28 Quotes About The-dead

To say yes is to dieA lot or a little. The dead wear capably their wryEnameled emblems. They smell.But that and that they do not altogether yell is all that we know well.It is brave to be involved,To be not fearful to be unresolved.Her new wish was to smileWhen answers took no airships, walked a while.

Be happy. That's the finest tribute one can pay to the dead.

We filigree and we baste. But what do the dead care for the fringe of words, Safe in their suits of milk? What do they care for the honk and flash of a new style? And who is to say if the inch of snow in our hearts Is rectitude enough?

He [Tom Klay]'d watched people tend to corpses thousands of times. They straightened eyeglasses, fixed neckties, picked away bits of makeup, adjusted stray hair. They leaned into caskets and kissed the dead on the forehead, the cheeks, the lips. They spoke to them.Klay had seen so many dead he couldn't remember his first, but he didn't understand it. A corpse was not a person. It was a thing--an abandoned thing, no more worthy of sentiment than was a dead person's shoes or toothbrush.

...how mean and foolish are the living, with their never-ending terrors and curiosities, the puny effort of their lives, when faced with the quiet, kingly dead.

The dead. Do they sleep? Why should they, when we cannot?

Max had said two things to Jean during their good-byes. First, that one had to gaze upon the dead, cremate them and bury their ashes--and then begin to tell their story. "Remain silent about the dead, and they'll never leave you in peace.

Gabriel's warm trembling fingers tapped the cold pane of the window.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?