Quotes about the dead
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Aldo Capitini photo

“From a high tower I have looked to the four points of the horizon.
I will go and lift up the dead on the battlefield.
I will stretch out their contorted arms and legs.
I will close their cold eyelids on their fixed pupils.
I cannot bear to see eyes if I do not receive any words.
Invisible life entrusts us with sad tasks,
I look back to my years, and the pains I have suffered
are not enough.
Soon there will be clashings of men and horrible clanging sounds.
And people hunted, pushed, wrenched.
Also I will find myself in the midst of the madness of war.
I will open pure words, orders of thought, fraternal acts.
In the meantime they will bring forward the man
condemned to death and they will tell him to dig his own grave.
He will look up at the still hills and the sky.
Some distant sounds of life will still reach him.
He will not have time to think back to his many days –
to the voices of his dear people, and the close relationships.
Not even will he be able to look ahead,
to come to terms with what is happening now.
And when the shots will be fired, with the flash a cry will go up
The human cry which is too late, and it’s lost.
To free, to free as soon as possible.
They will ask me: why don’t you come to fight with us?
They will not understand, they will carry on with the war.
I loved to be with other people, as the light of the day.
It is so good to work together, in trust, in mutual help.
To lose myself in the crowd in modest clothes.
In a circle of equals to listen and to speak.
And now nobody wants to listen, and yet they are all people.
I have become a stranger, the others do not know that I am there.
The abrupt reply, the friend who looks the other way.
It would be easy to join them in earnest action.
Forgetting the deeper unity, beyond the war?
I remain here, isolated from everybody,
working for a deeper togetherness.
Everything was only a trial, reality must yet begin.
Every being was partaking of another reality yet he did not know.
But now this reality is becoming clear,
and it matters only what opens us to it.”

Aldo Capitini (1899–1968) Italian philosopher and political activist
Julian of Norwich photo
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow photo
Coventry Patmore photo

“Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,
I struck him, and dismiss'd
With hard words and unkiss'd,
—His Mother, who was patient, being dead.”

Coventry Patmore (1823–1896) English poet

The Toys, p. 50.
The Unknown Eros and Other Poems (1877)

Homér photo

“The fleeting shadows of the dead.”

X. 521 (tr. G. A. Schomberg).
Odyssey (c. 725 BC)

Charles Olson photo
Saint Patrick photo
William Julius Mickle photo
Joseph Heller photo

“If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?”

God Knows (1984)

Helen Nearing photo
Ursula K. Le Guin photo
Tomas Kalnoky photo
Edward St. Aubyn photo
Percy Bysshe Shelley photo
Ted Nugent photo

“Ted likes his meat dead, enough said”

Ted Nugent (1948) American rock musician

Supergroup (2006)

Tom Clancy photo
Frank Wilczek photo
Alexandra Kollontai photo
William Morris photo

“Since the soul in me is dead,
Better save the skin.”

Mortuus in anima<br/>curam gero cutis.

Archpoet (1130–1165) 12th century poet

Mortuus in anima
curam gero cutis.
Source: "Confession", Line 39

George Bird Evans photo
Auguste Rodin photo

“Gsell: What astonishes me, is that your way is so different from that of other sculptors. They prose the model. Instead of that, you wait till a model has instinctively or accidentally taken an Interesting pose, and thon you reproduce It. Instead of your giving orders to the model, the model gives orders to you.
Rodin: I am not at the model's orders; I am at Nature's. Doubtless my confreres have their reasons for proceeding as they do. But when one constrains Nature in that way and treats human beings as mannikins, one runs a risk of getting nothing but dead, artificial results. A hunter of truth and a trapper of life. I am careful not to follow their example. I seize upon the movements I observe, but I don't dictate them. when a subject requires a predetermined pose, I merely Indicate It. For I want only what reality will afford without being forced. In everything I obey Nature. I never assume to command her. My sole ambition Is a servile fidelity.
Gsell : And yet, you take liberties with nature. You make changes.
Rodin : Not at all. I should be false to myself if I did.
Gsell : But you finished work is never like the plaster sketch
Rodin : That is so, but the sketch is far less true than the finished work. It would Impossible for a model to keep a living attitude during all the time it takes to shape the clay. Still, I retain a general idea of the pose and require the model to conform to it. But this is not all. The sketch reproduces only the exterior. I must next reproduce the spirit, which is every whit as essential a part of Nature. I see the whole truth — not merely the fraction of it that lies upon the surface. I accentuate tho lines that best express the spiritual state I am Interpreting.”

Auguste Rodin (1840–1917) French sculptor

Rodin on realism, 1910

Joss Whedon photo

“Joss: Um, no. Dead Buffy's a Buffy. But a dead one.”

Joss Whedon (1964) American director, writer, and producer for television and film

As quoted in The Orlando Sentinel (24 May 2001)

Jane Roberts photo
Adelaide Anne Procter photo

“What I like about Clive
Is that he is no longer alive.
There is a great deal to be said
For being dead.”

Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875–1956) British writer

Clerihews: Biography for Beginners (1905)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo
Steven Erikson photo
Eric Frein photo
Charlotte Brontë photo
Earl Warren photo
Charles Lamb photo
George William Russell photo
Helena Petrovna Blavatsky photo
Jean Cocteau photo
Stevie Smith photo

“Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.”

Stevie Smith (1902–1971) poet, novelist, illustrator, performer

"Not Waving But Drowning"
Not Waving but Drowning (1957)

Mahatma Gandhi photo

“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty and democracy?”

Mahatma Gandhi (1869–1948) pre-eminent leader of Indian nationalism during British-ruled India

Non-Violence in Peace and War, 1942, Vol. 1, Ch. 142
1940s

Swami Vivekananda photo
Christopher Hitchens photo

“I'm not afraid of death myself, because I'm not gonna know I'm dead. I'm awed a bit by the idea, but I'm perfectly reconciled to it. Certainly I am, as everyone is, reconciled to everyone else's death but their own. They think an exception can be made in their own case.”

Christopher Hitchens (1949–2011) British American author and journalist

As quoted in "Christmas with Christopher Hitchens", by Gregg LaGambina, The A.V. Club (20 December 2007) http://www.avclub.com/article/christmas-with-christopher-hitchens-14189
2000s, 2007

Paul McCartney photo
Nassim Nicholas Taleb photo
Jean Dubuffet photo
András Petőcz photo

“Those we loved, they’re dead.
Faces behind hands, shy
shawls dropped, modestly awry.
Those we love, they’re married.”

András Petőcz (1959) Hungarian writer

A BANAL POEM, SUBJECT: LOVE http://www.c3.hu/~mediumar/PETVERS1.HTM (1984).
András Petőcz: In Praise of the Sea (1999, ISBN 963 9101 51 6).
Poems

Stephen Harper photo

“Universality has been severely reduced: it is virtually dead as a concept in most areas of public policy…These achievements are due in part to the Reform Party…”

Stephen Harper (1959) 22nd Prime Minister of Canada

Speech to the Colin Brown Memorial Dinner, National Citizens Coalition, 1994.
1990s

Confucius photo
Mitt Romney photo
George William Russell photo
Cormac McCarthy photo
Barbara Kingsolver photo
David Crystal photo

“Joke exchanges are carried on in deadly earnest, like a verbal duel-mouth-to-mouth combat. Bang, bang: you’re (linguistically) dead.”

David Crystal (1941) British linguist and writer

David Crystal, Language Play, University of Chicago Press, 1998

Adam Roberts photo
David Brin photo
Patrik Baboumian photo
Richard Francis Burton photo
Ridley Pearson photo
John Heywood photo

“Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.”

John Heywood (1497–1580) English writer known for plays, poems and a collection of proverbs

Part I, ch 9.
Proverbs (1546)

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow photo
T.I. photo
Luís de Camões photo

“I'll sing a song of love so sweet, so blessed
with harmonious sounds, so true to the name
of love (with two thousand examples), it will enflame
even those with dead hearts in their chest.”

Luís de Camões (1524–1580) Portuguese poet

Eu cantarei de amor tão docemente,
Por uns termos em si tão concertados,
Que dois mil acidentes namorados
Faça sentir ao peito que não sente.
Selected Sonnets: A Bilingual Edition (2008), ed. William Baer, p. 128
Lyric poetry, Sonnets, Eu cantarei de amor tão docemente

“Click. The spare camera was now focussed and working. The lead mare—Barb Nose's—saw the drop. She cut her stride and wheeled and ran along the dangerous edge. Barb Nose ran in the vanguard, protecting the rear, driving the foals ahead of him. Blaze Face had long since cut and run, taking his beaten stallion flesh off to be nursed, to wait for another day, another elder to challenge. The other mares expertly and instinctively followed the leader as she rimmed the mesa, heading for the foothills of the El Gatos. One foal, too, made the cut, on stick-like legs, frightened but blindly following. The second foal had truly been blinded by panic. He strode to the drop-off and never stopped. He was a wild horse, and he had to run, and now he would run free forever. Plunging headlong over the drop, body whirling, his legs still flailing, as he fell through the desert air and past the serrated rock walls of the mesa, he knew nothing of time. He knew nothing of the eons that had gone before him, building this mesa of bluff and sandstone and archean rock. He fell through layers of time, to timelessness, a living thing for so little time. Once a living work of art, now a broken artifact. One foal. Dead. Murdered by man. Murdered by time. The drumbeat of the earth was lessened by one horse's tiny hooves. And all of us were lessened by this new silence. Click.”

Arnold Hano (1922) American writer

From Running Wild, pp. 14-15
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Tsunetomo Yamamoto photo
Ann Coulter photo

“I really liked Deadheads and the whole Dead concert scene: the tailgating, the tie-dye uniforms, the camaraderie — it was like NASCAR for potheads.”

Ann Coulter (1961) author, political commentator

Interview in Jambands (23 June 2006).
2006

John Green photo
Jefferson Davis photo

“The past is dead; let it bury its dead. Let me beseech you to lay aside all rancor, all bitter sectional feeling. Make your place in the ranks of those who will bring about a consummation devoutly to be wished – a reunited country.”

Jefferson Davis (1808–1889) President of the Confederate States of America

In the 1880s, as quoted on an inscription at Vicksburg National Military Park http://jeffreyevanbrooks.blogspot.com/2015/09/sadness-and-hope-along-siege-lines-of.html.
1880s

Miho Mosulishvili photo
Henry James photo
Thomas Jefferson photo
Nixon Waterman photo

“A rose to the living is more
Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.”

Nixon Waterman (1859–1944) American writer

A Rose to the Living, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

Linus Torvalds photo
H. G. Wells photo

“I’m dead serious about being nonsensical.”

Edward Ruscha (1937) American artist and photographer

Edward Ruscha in: " Me, you, us: Anthony d'Offay and others on ARTIST ROOMS http://www.tate.org.uk/context-comment/articles/me-you-us," at tate.org.uk. 1 May 2009

Charles Bukowski photo
Thiruvalluvar photo
James A. Garfield photo
Mircea Eliade photo
Bob Dylan photo

“And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead”

Bob Dylan (1941) American singer-songwriter, musician, author, and artist

Source: Song lyrics, The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963), Masters of War

Thomas Carlyle photo
Henryk Sienkiewicz photo
Robert Jordan photo

“I will see you tonight. Or I will see you dead.”

Robert Jordan (1948–2007) American writer

Rand al'Thor to Asmodean
(15 October 1993)

Nick Cave photo
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad photo
Shane Claiborne photo
Derryn Hinch photo

“You all should feel angry tonight, very angry, because yet again the legal system in this country has let you down. A court has ruled that a man who committed a ghastly crime against a little girl should walk free and unsupervised. The details are distasteful, but you should know. Hans Lester Watt abducted and raped a three-year-old girl. The 42-year-old was drunk when he took the toddler, and assulted her so badly, she needed medical attention. He said it was revenge, to get back at the innocent little girl's grandmother, whom he claimed had insulted his dead mother. Watt was jailed for 11 years. When due for release last year, the Queensland Attorney-General, understandably, applied to have him classified as a dangerous sexual offender. That meant his jail term could be extended, or at least he'd be released with a supervision order. Remember, this was a three-year-old girl. The court refused the request. The judge found the circumstances were "unique" — that Watt was not an unacceptable risk. Well, I agree it was unique — thank God the rape of a three-year-old doesn't happen often in this country. A psychiatrist said the chances of Watt re-offending were low if he did not drink alcohol, moderate if he did drink, and said the best chance of rehabilitation was if he lived in a dry Aboriginal community. The Attorney-General appealed the judge's decision. Well, yesterday, the Supreme Court turned him down, upheld the earlier ruling that let the child rapist walk free — unsupervised. My mantra for years has been "Who's looking after the children?" In my opinion, the Queensland Supreme Court certainly is not — this decision was a travesty.”

Derryn Hinch (1944) New Zealand–Australian media personality

Today Tonight, 24 April 2013.

Saddam Hussein photo
Isaac Rosenberg photo
William James photo
Honoré de Balzac photo

“Glory is the sun of the dead.”

Honoré de Balzac (1799–1850) French writer

La gloire est le soleil des morts.
La Recherche de l'Absolu http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/La_Recherche_de_l%E2%80%99Absolu [The Quest of the Absolute] (1834), translated by Ellen Marriage.

Howard F. Lyman photo
Kate Bush photo

“Somehow this was it, I knew.
Maybe fate wants you dead, too:
We've come together in the very same room,
And I'm coming for you!”

Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer

Song lyrics, Never for Ever (1980)

Peter F. Drucker photo