Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead
But, – and there it is, – we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens that it is the nature of life to live and move, to want to live and move. If it were not for this, life would be dead. It is because of this life that is in you that you dream of your immortality.
To seek "causes" of poverty in this way is to enter an intellectual dead end because poverty has no causes. Only prosperity has causes.
If things go wrong and you hit a dead end-as you will-it's just life's way of saying it's time to change course
Books and opinions, no matter from whom they came, if they are in opposition to human rights, are nothing but dead letters.
The Grateful Dead are faster than light drive.
The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, solitaries in clean shirts, smoking, checking mirrors to see if their reflections were still there, wore dark glasses.
You must know that baptism for someone who is dead is quite as essential as baptism for some one who is living.
I can tell how I'm doing, and I can tell if the crowd is particularly dead.
It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.
If I was dead broke and had to feed my three children. I'd do anything.
Abstract painting is dead. That's why it has become so interesting again.
In the common esteem, not only are the only good aboriginals dead ones, but all aboriginals are either sacred or contemptible according to the length of time they have been dead.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
A philosopher is a fool who torments himself while he is alive, to be talked of after he is dead.
To seek Divinity merely in books is to seek the living among the dead. . . seek God within your own soul.
The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
Haunted Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine, Roar through the darkness, stamp and sing And lay ghost hands on everything, But leave the noonday's warm sunshine To living lads for mirth and wine. I met you suddenly down the street, Strangers assume your phantom faces, You grin at me from daylight places, Dead, long dead, I'm ashamed to greet Dead men down the morning street.
I bet The Walking Dead gets really low ratings out in Montana, just because all they need to do is look out their f-king window, am I right?
A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.