Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.
Leave the dead to the Earth. They are not for us.
No one is ever really dead unless we find the body.
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
Neo: Am I dead? Morpheus: Far from it.
Ed: Don't forget to kill Philip!
[repeated line] Shaun: Ed, this is serious!
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Dead men tell no tales.
A successful marriage isn't necessarily one that lasts until you're dead.
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.
I am one of the crucified dead.
Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead.
On A Cold Day, Of A Cool Walking The day is cold, and the clouds are gray. The grass is white with frost, and may I say? The sun is coming up, over the hill. It's so quiet, and so still. In the midst of all the trees, by the broke I see. Something mo...
On A Cold Day, Of A Cool Walking The day is cold, and clouds are gray. The grass is white with frost, and may I say? The sun is coming up, over the hill. It's so quiet, and so steal. In the midst of all the trees, by the broke I see. Something moving...
There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or ...
Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots!" I said keeping my voice down. "Will you just put a stopper in it?" She looked at me and sighed. "Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see ...
Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a bad way. All his life he carries before him the idol of a perfection to which he can never attain. The father dead has euchered h...
Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, h...
