Dead Quotes

I don't really have a favorite bass player. I listen to a lot of bluegrass. But then again, I'm not a typical bluegrass bass player. I was really into the Grateful Dead, and I still am - I don't listen to them too much, but for me they are a big influence.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

Being with an insanely jealous person is like being in the room with a dead mammoth.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now.

The only difference between a dead skunk lying in the road and a dead lawyer lying in the road is that there are skid marks around the skunk.

Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.

The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.

India of the ages is not dead nor has she spoken her last creative word; she lives and has still something to do for herself and the human peoples.

It is also asserted that the election settled the matters of the war and the torture of prisoners. These are dead issues that no longer need be addressed.

Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.

When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.

The recent history of Ukraine is replete with dead journalists, beaten journalists, news agencies being shut down, and politicians being injured or killed. Most are killed in mysterious auto accidents.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.

Even with all the advantages of retrospect, and a lot of witnesses dead and gone, you can't make your life look as if you intended it or you were consistent. All you can show is how you dealt with various hands.

Journalism largely consists of saying "Lord Jones is Dead" to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.

Saint: A dead sinner revised and edited.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

But you can count the dead bodies from alcohol, tobacco, and legal pharmaceuticals by the millions.

You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself.

Situation comedy on television has thrived for years on 'canned' laughter, grafted by gaglines by technicians using records of guffawing audiences that have been dead for years.

We cannot afford to have any large section of the business world in doubt whether they have broken the laws or not, and we cannot let the laws become a dead letter through vagueness. In this view it is clear that an administrative commission can render invaluable service.

Television broadcasts have, in the main, been more suggestive, less specific, more distant in their images than the print press: often you knew that lump was a dead body only because a chattering reporter told you it was.

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.

If, like Harry Keogh, I could talk to the dead - God, there are an awful lot of people I would like to speak to! Not least my father. Being in the army for 22 years, I didn't see enough of him, and I know there are a great many things I could have learned from him.

There are only two kinds of men; the dead and the deadly.

I would rather be politically dead than hypocritically immortalized.

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.

Because when they strike it can be that quick that if they're within range, you're dead, you're dead in your tracks. And his head weighs more than my body so it's WHACK!