Why are we here? Where do we come from? Traditionally, these are questions for philosophy, but philosophy is dead.
The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.
Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.
I am dead. Only vengeance can restore me! Only victory can return my life to me!
. . . there are few things deader than a dead brown trout stream.
If you're not dead. . . you're not done.
Where there is no market economy, the best intentioned provisions of constitutions and laws remain a dead letter.
Much smoking kills live men and cures dead swine.
You can be the dead fish. I'll be the old stick
All of our religions but the Judaic and the Greek think more of us dead than alive.
Commerce, trade and exchange make other people more valuable alive than dead, and mean that people try to anticipate what the other guy needs and wants. It engages the mechanisms of reciprocal altruism, as the evolutionary biologists call it, as opposed to raw dominance.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
The dead look so terribly dead when they're dead.
The only consistent people are the dead
What I love about 'The Walking Dead' is it's a human story, which is to me what makes the comic book so good, but once you jump from the pages of the book to the screen, the gore and the zombies have to look great.
Osama bin Laden is dead, and General Motors is alive.
Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?
. . . I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.
Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.
We live our lives for our life's sake, rather than for illusions about rewards and satisfaction after we're dead.