Quotes of: Grateful-dead Keyword

I find it interesting that Jesus was born the same day every year and rises from the dead a different day every year

JOHNNY CORN

What separated the living from one another could be as impenetrable as whatever barrier separated the living from the dead.

Joshua Ferris

The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.

John Fowles

I am not dead inside. I still care about right and wrong.

Juliana Hatfield

Juno: What's wrong? Barbara: We're very unhappy. Juno: What did you expect? You're dead.

Beetlejuice

A holiday is when you celebrate something that's all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there's nothing left to celebrate but the dead.

Abraham Polonsky

At 17, the first time I saw a dead body, I froze. By 31 it was a natural occurrence for me, and no group of people should live like that.

Leymah Gbowee

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Aristophanes

Charlie Chaplin: The tramp can't talk. The minute he talks, he's dead.

Chaplin

Undertaker: [as Vera's eyes pop out and green slime sprays out] Cranial blowout!

Dead Alive

Mum: [Waving a knife around] Look at this dust! It's an inch thick!

Dead Alive

[Seconds before being devoured by zombies] Intellectual: Some of my best friends are pedophiles!

Dead Alive

Mr. Wall: No more Mr. Quick. Mr. Quick, dead, yes. Stranger: Poor, poor Mr. Quick.

Dark City

[about to whack a zombie in the head with a machete] Blades: Say goodbye, creep!

Dawn of the Dead

Peter: This place is gonna be rotten. We've got to clean it up, brother.

Dawn of the Dead

Detective Wuertz: Dent. Jesus. I thought you was dead. Two-Face: Half.

The Dark Knight

Nobody: What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?

Dead Man

John Keating: This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.

Dead Poets Society

Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie? Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.

Dead Poets Society

John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.

Dead Poets Society

John Keating: Carpe diem, seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

Dead Poets Society