In America, they are paranoid about ruining the reputations of people once they are dead and cannot answer back. They have this fascination which to me seems cruel and morbid. I do not want any part of it.
Oh, to me not drinking is like being dead, almost. I sit here taking endless journeys down memory lane. It gets boring.
There’s always people saying that rock is dead, rock is over. People are always out to kill rock and roll.
Rather be dead than cool.
Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are no young readers and writers, there will shortly be no older ones. Literacy will be dead, and democracy – which many believe goes hand in hand with it – will be dead as well.
Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.
Everytime a child says ‘I don’t believe in fairies’ there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
I have developed a very strong partiality for the dead: they don’t talk back, they don’t sue, and they don’t have angry relatives.
If you believe in your heart that you are right, you must fight with all your might to do it your way. Only dead fish swim with the stream all the time.
I’m not dead and I don’t have blue hair but some people say there are similarities. It is usually intolerable to watch myself onscreen but this time it’s fine. I think it’s beautiful and a real work of art.
After you finish a book, you know, you’re dead. But no one knows you’re dead. All they see is the irresponsibility that comes in after the terrible responsibility of writing.
I owe the best of myself to geology, but everything it has taught me tends to turn me away from dead things.
It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.
On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call’d him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father’s stead.
Funeral pomp is more for the vanity of the living than for the honor of the dead.
There couldn’t be a society of people who didn’t dream. They’d be dead in two weeks.
Woe, woe, woe… in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
There’s nothing in the middle of the road but a yellow stripe and dead armadillos.
I want my food dead. Not sick, not dying, dead.
My first novel, ‘Leaving Atlanta,’ took at look at my hometown in the late 1970s, when the city was terrorized by a serial murderer that left at least 29 African-American children dead.
For the dead there are no more toils.
I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.
Reject what you don’t want. Get rid of dead wood.
I’m into ‘The Walking Dead,’ ‘Shaun of the Dead,’ obviously, and I’ve seen all the Romero movies. I am a classic zombie queen. And I love the White Walkers on ‘Game of Thrones.’ Weirdly, it wasn’t until pretty late in life that I found my entry point into horror films.
They told me I had been sick twelve days, lying like dead all the while, and that Whirlwind Chaser, who was Standing Bear’s uncle and a medicine man, had brought me back to life.
Long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.
The dead play a very prominent part in the experience of the wanderer abroad. The houses in which they were born, the tombs in which they lie, the localities they made famous by their good or evil deeds, and the works their genius left behind them are necessarily the chief shrines of his pilgrimage.
I didn’t really have an act per se – a theatrical performance, as opposed to just: here I am, folks, and you’re all supposed to be dead quiet while I sing eight or nine songs, then get off the stage.
Mountaineering is over. Alpinism is dead. Maybe its spirit is still alive a little in Britain and America, but it will soon die out.
Here’s the simplest answer: Within weeks, the disciples proclaimed the resurrection of Jesus Christ, that He had been bodily raised from the dead and appeared to them.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
See, heroes never die. John Wayne isn’t dead, Elvis isn’t dead. Otherwise you don’t have a hero. You can’t kill a hero. That’s why I never let him get older.
To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious. There are far worse things awaiting man than death.
We all need to work together, because there are no jobs on a dead planet; there is no equity without rights to decent work and social protection, no social justice without a shift in governance and ambition, and, ultimately, no peace for the peoples of the world without the guarantees of sustainability.
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.
The best moments can’t be preconceived. I’ve spent a lot of time in editing rooms, and a scene can be technically perfect, with perfect delivery and facial expression and timing, and you remember all your lines, and it is dead.
It takes a perverse determination to drain that instinctive curiosity away and make history seem just remote, dead and disconnected from our contemporary reality. Conversely, it just takes skilful storytelling to recharge that connection to make the past come alive in our present.
Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn’t take any practice.
Being with an insanely jealous person is like being in the room with a dead mammoth.
Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.
The Kiss scene was attempted three times. The first was in a peculiar spot of the fort on the ground level. It felt forced to me, and I knew right away that, in spite of what others were saying, it was dead wrong.
I want to go and go, and then drop dead in the middle of something I’m loving to do. And if that doesn’t happen, if I wind up sitting in a wheelchair, at least I’ll have my high heels on.
If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.
Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.
A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.
Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn’t take any practice.
It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.
I adored ‘Drop the Dead Donkey.’ That show defined Channel 4 at the time; it was so inventive and off the leash.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought – asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
Ceremonies are important. But our gratitude has to be more than visits to the troops, and once-a-year Memorial Day ceremonies. We honor the dead best by treating the living well.
Of course there may well be particular reasons why Spencer rather than others is dead, as there were also particular reasons why he rather than others made such a stir.
When I say ‘hip-hop is dead,’ basically, America is dead. There is no political voice. Music is dead.
I’m kind of comfortable with getting older because it’s better than the other option, which is being dead. So I’ll take getting older.
When he’s late for dinner, I know he’s either having an affair or is lying dead in the street. I always hope it’s the street.
I have photographs taken of me at the time I was addicted, and thought I looked good. I see them today and realize my eyes were dead.
In spring, the dead trees, roots, and animals come to life again exactly as they were, thus providing hundreds of thousands of examples, specimens, and proofs of the supreme resurrection.
Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.
Only when manhood is dead – and it will perish when ravaged femininity no longer sustains it – only then will we know what it is to be free.
The cliche is dead poetry.
As far as I’m concerned, there won’t be a Beatles reunion as long as John Lennon remains dead.
Because when they strike it can be that quick that if they’re within range, you’re dead, you’re dead in your tracks. And his head weighs more than my body so it’s WHACK!
You’ll have time to rest when you’re dead.
I’m not in the leftist controlled Rock and Roll Hall of Fame because of my political views, primarily my lifelong militant support of the NRA, the Second Amendment, and my belief that the only good bad guy is a dead bad guy.
Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead.
Dead men tell no tales.
Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
