t was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.
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.
ll I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
If the dead could speak there would be no more war.
The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
You're dead if you aim only for kids. Adults are only kids grown up, anyway.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.
“Remembrance of the past kills all present energy and deadens all hope for the future”
A man wins nothing better than a good wife, and then again nothing deadlier than a bad one.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
No, the man said, looking past him with his empty gaze, the realm of the dead isn't anything. But to those who have been there, nothing else is anything either.
Life is a strange thing. Why this longing for life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard and to suffer sore, till old age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live. In pain the babe sucks his first breath, in pain the old man gasps his last, and all his days are full of trouble and sorrow; yet he goes down to the open arms of death, stumbling, falling, with head turned backward, fighting to the last. And death is kind. It is only life and the things of life that hurt. Yet we love life and we hate death. It is very strange.
When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.
“What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?
Let no-one say the past is dead, the past is all about us and within.
To argue with a man who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead, or endeavoring to convert an atheist by scripture.
Remember that I wrote a pavane for a dead princess, and not a dead pavane for a princess!
Most men are essentially dead by thirty.
“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already 3-parts dead.
“Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale.”
No one can be said to be happy until he is dead.
Whoever neglects the arts when he is young has lost the past and is dead to the future.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude
The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
It is a mistake to think that the past is dead. Nothing that has ever happened is quite without influence at this moment.
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.