If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth writing.
You will be so dead, dear Sister. Make telpon dari tadi kayak Kroasia ada di sebelah Jakarta aja. Huahahaha
Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
It takes a certain kind of man willing to work long, grueling hours in a career offering few rewards.
I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.
As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.
In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
Have you ever listened to folk music? Let's face it, a lot of folk music is all about dead sailors, mad witches, rape and fratricide.
Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.
Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.
I think eulogies are wasted on the dead. It’s the living who need to hear kind words spoken about them.
Schrödinger’s cat was a Siamese cat, must have been, because if it’s at once alive and dead, it’s a zombie, and the only zombie cats are Siamese cats.
The most dangerous flower is one that grows on a grave. Everybody in its vicinity is dead. That’s why I hand-picked it for my mother-in-law.
A stick won’t stick to a wall, so why is it called a stick? Likewise, why aren’t love and ghost the same word? Both are dead and invisible.
I’d Poe’s nude for the approval of a dead poet. No names come to mind, but I’m sure there must be one I’d get naked for.
The best part about love is it’ll still be around long after I’m dead. That’s also the worst part.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
Sweetheart, I’ll be a Marine ‘til they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years from now.
Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and pray by it.
I was reaching for one of the handles when I heard Heidler’s voice from behind me. ‘It would not be wise to enter. It is a bad time to disturb the dead.
