When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
God, we are told, looked upon the world after he had created it and pronounced it good; but ascetic pietists, in their wisdom, cast their eyes over it, and substantially pronounce it a dead failure, a miserable production, a poor concern.
I like to work in films, but I'd love to work in the technical side of film. I'd love to work with, say, Greg Nicotero [The Walking Dead] in kind of, like, special makeup effects. I'd probably say, "Good with clay and latex. " Although I don't know what kind of job that'd get me.
He is dead now, but he meant well.
When we dream about those who are long since forgotten or dead, it is a sign that we have undergone a radical transformation and that the ground on which we live has been completely dug up: then the dead rise up, and our antiquity becomes modernity.
Be like a river in generosity and giving help. Be like a sun in tenderness and pity. Be like night when covering other's faults. Be like a dead when furious and angry. Be like earth in modesty and humbleness. Be like a sea in tolerance. Be as you are or as you look like.
One man's death: that is a catastrophe. A hundred thousand dead: that is a statistic
The dead don't bother with particulars.
Reviews are great. I can read negative reviews and say, You know that point they made. . . they were dead on.
The dead. . . are more real than the living because they are complete.
Oh God. ” said Magnus, “they’re dead. They’re all dead!
What good is safety if you're dead inside?
The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.
The only time a dead certainty applies is in a dream world.
A sensation, hidden in the depths of my emotional memory, was suddenly revived: what if. . . What if for me The Variation is not dead? If The Variation is alive?!
In politics, you have your word and your friends; go back on either and you're dead.
He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.
He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.
If I was dead broke and had to feed my three children. I'd do anything.