Dead Quotes
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Three quarters of producers don't even know who I am. The other quarter think I am dead.
Ernest Borgnine -
Michael: 'Hey, remember when I almost didn't let you into the house that first day you came?' Claire: 'Yep' Michael: 'Well, I was dead wrong. Maybe I never said that out loud before, but I mean it, Claire. All that's happened since... we wouldn't have made it. Not me, not Shane, not Eve. Not without you.' Claire: 'It's not me. It's not! It's us, that's all. We're just better together. We... take care of each other.' Shane: 'Stop vamping up my girl, man. She needs coffee.' Michael: 'Don't we all. Vamping up your girl? Dude. That's low.' Shane: 'Digging for China. Come on.
Rachel Caine
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The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.
Al Swearengen -
Sati is life. Whenever we don't have sati, when we are heedless, it's as if we are dead.
Ajahn Chah -
No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life.
Nobuhiro Nishiwaki -
To live a life half dead, a living death.
John Milton -
What is better than to love and live with the loved? – But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.
George Eliot -
Movement is most of what a bird is. When they're dead, they're only feathers and air.
William Wharton
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I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, and they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold and dead.
Edmund Vance Cooke -
We construct our lives for one person, and when at length it is ready to receive her that person does not come; presently she is dead to us, and we live on, prisoners within the walls which were intended only for her.
Marcel Proust -
Where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.
Ezra Pound -
We seem wired to grieve with greenery. Allowing the dead to dissolve into the earth, to become part of the cycle of the seasons, has, for millennia, held the promise of cheating mortality.
Simon Schama -
I am the land, the bones of the hills," he said fiercely, "I am the winter. When I am dead, I will come for you all in the coldest nights.
Conn Iggulden -
We thought of Uranus's atmosphere as pretty much dead. And it's not.
Heidi Hammel
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Better a live doggerel than a dead sonnet.
Ethel Watts Mumford -
Dead is the travel of all our travels.
Antoni Lange -
A rose to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.
Nixon Waterman -
In coming to terms with the newly dead, I seem to have agitated the spirits of the long dead. They were stirring uneasily in their graves, demanding to be mourned as I had not mourned them when they were buried. I was plunged into retroactive grief for my father, and could no longer deny, though I still tried, the loss I'd suffered at the death of my mother. ... Was it possible ... that one could mourn over losses that had occurred more than half a century earlier?
Eileen Simpson -
In 1976 I was working in the Gulf Country around Cape York, in an aboriginal community of about 300 people. The Health Department sent around a team and vaccinated about 100 of them against flu. Six were dead within 24 hours or so and they weren't all old people, one man being in his early twenties. They threw the bodies in trucks to take to the coast where autopsies were done. It appeared they had died from heart attacks.
Archie Kalokerinos -
Life is just one crushing defeat after another until you just wish Flanders was dead.
Dan Castellaneta
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Jesus and Lincoln, Moses and Jefferson can seem so long gone, so unbelievable, so dead.
Sarah Vowell -
But if you stuck around long enough at the time, the dead and wounded piled up so quickly they squeezed one another off the narrow platforms of your memory.
Anthony Loyd -
I envy the dead.
William Mulholland -
But the longer I’m dead, the more I think the universe is a big blackboard with rules scrawled all over it in chalk and stardust and it’s just that the damn thing is flipped over and turned away from us so we can’t see anything but the erase, which death, hitting the floor.
Catherynne M. Valente