No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead
I want to change the world, and do something valuable and beautiful. I want people to remember me before I'm dead, and then more afterwards.
But how do we even get to the land of the dead?” I asked. “I mean…without dying.
Narcissism and the Confederate dead cannot be connected logically, or even historically; even were the connection an historical fact, they would not stand connected as art, for no one experiences raw history.
Everyone keeps saying the western's dead, but it's not.
The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead.
I contribute to the dead of winter and the moans of silence, blood trails are music to my ears. . . I'm a gut pile addict. . . The pig didn't know I was there. . . it's my kick. . . I love shafting animals. . . it's rock 'n' roll power.
Jesmyn Ward returns to the world of her first two books, but here in the mode of non-fiction. A clear-eyed witness to the harrowing stories of 'men we reaped,' she quickens the dead and brings them, vividly alive again. An eloquent, grief-steeped account.
Sleep is uncanny, I have always found it so, a nightly dress-rehearsal for being dead.
I think it's dead bodies that really haunt me.
Tomorrow, I am fifty-two years old. And I want to say unequivocally that I am very happy to be alive, that being alive is better than being dead. And if I have just one wish it is this: that you work with all your might and love with all your heart and never lose hope and never give up.
The corals do not look much worn, but still appear to have been dead. There are some delicate shells of molluscs from depths beyond 500 fathoms, where they were certainly living.
Discard everything except these few truths: we can live only in the present moment, in this brief now; all the rest of our life is dead and buried or shrouded in uncertainty. Short is the life we lead, and small our patch of earth.
Nothing so comforts the military mind as the maxim of a great but dead general.
Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories. The past is never dead, it is not even past.
What an electric heater perched upon the rim of the bathtub of the world that dead Jesus was.
I don't care what people think of me now, so why would I care when I'm dead?
Life is about moving, it’s about change. And when things stop doing that they’re dead.