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Dead Quotes (page 86)

You have perhaps heard some false reports. On the subject of God. He is not dead; and he is not a fable. He is not mocked nor forgotten--Successfully. God is a lion that comes in the night. God is a hawk gliding among the stars--If all the stars and the earth, and the living flesh of the night that flows in between them, and whatever is beyond them. Were that one bird. He has a bloody beak and harsh talons, he pounces and tears--And where is the German Reich? There also. Will be... Robinson Jeffers
The tags' chain stirs with the wind; and I sleep. Paid, dead, and a soldier. Who fights for his own life. Loses, loses: I have killed for my world, and am free. Randall Jarrell
Stephen King quote: "Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had..."
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. Stephen King
Chuck Palahniuk quote: "The lucky ones are just born dead."
The lucky ones are just born dead. Chuck Palahniuk
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since for the former it is not, and the latter are no more. Epicurus
She had seen them in turmoil all round her--love, hatred, vengeance, treachery--she herself practically the pivot around which they raged. Out of the deadly strife she had emerged pure, happy in the arms of the man whom her wondrous adventures as much as his brilliant personality had taught her to love. Baroness Orczy
Gilbert K. Chesterton quote: "A dead thing goes with the stream, but only a living thing can..."
A dead thing goes with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it. Gilbert K. Chesterton
Langston Hughes quote: "Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be..."
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid. Langston Hughes
Che Guevara quote: "Don't Shoot! I'm Che. I'm worth more to you alive than dead!"
Don't Shoot! I'm Che. I'm worth more to you alive than dead! Che Guevara
The trees are coming into leaf. Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again. And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new. Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh. In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. Philip Larkin
David Foster Wallace quote: "We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves."
We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves. David Foster Wallace
Broadly, therefore, the three even now lurching across the deserted planks of the Brass Bridge were dead drunk assassins and the men behind them were bent on inserting the significant comma. Terry Prachett
George R. R. Martin quote: "My mother told me that dead men don't sing"
My mother told me that dead men don't sing George R. R. Martin
Suzanne Collins quote: "Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to..."
Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back. Suzanne Collins
A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water;? such is our personality. Cyril Connolly

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