The Dead Quotes

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man, ’ he said.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

I’m not a bad person.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Drive. He’s already dead.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

‘Eighth one this week, ’ he said.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

My love translated sounds like a dead language.

I should think a dead language would be rather boring, sociallyspeaking.

It’s almost funny, in a tragic way, that the fiery thing at the center of my universe did die and that I, a girl whose name is synonymous with summer, am expected to live without it.

Saige, Mother is . . .” I briefly close my eyes and swallow, clearing my mouth from saliva. “Mother is dead.

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

Bravery is the dead man’s virtue.

I just want silence... nothing less... nothing more.

Okay... I get that... but why I!?

When the dead betray the living, the victims are memories.--The Book of Brin

It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.

Baby human died, baby cat died yesterday... dead is part of our life beyond and above us!

No one wants to die alone, even though that's how it happens to all of us, even though we pretend there's some other ways.

Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.

How good it is, when you have roast meat or suchlike foods before you, to impress on your mind that this is the dead body of a fish, this the dead body of a bird or pig.

Being skilled in Catsism is like being a ninja only deadlier and not so silent. The only bad thing is the sickening grammar you have to use.

...what an unfair advantage the dead had over the living, for there could be no rebuttal, no denial, nothing but the accusing silence of the grave.

He (her son) is just like his father, doesn't listen to a word I say!

The greatest importance of the Dead Sea Scrolls...lies in the discovery of biblical manuscripts dating back to only about 300 years after the close of the Old Testament canon.

The journey to success makes prisoners of those who see adversities as dead-end roads.

Try not to be a person of faith without work or work without faith.

As a character I am dead, as a writer I am not.

We can only get to God through God. Every other possible avenue is a dead-end before it even starts.

Happiness is the province of those who ask few questions.

Goo can't be return from dead person, revive him and you will see an evil thing. WHich isn't really that the person... (Pet Semetary 1 by Stephen King)

There're three reasonspeople get away from here:gone good, gone bad orgone dead.

She felt justified in hurting him, because he had hurt her...but now all her justifications fell away like dead butterflies...