#The Dead
Quotes about the-dead
The concept of "the dead" is a profound and universal theme that resonates deeply across cultures and generations. It represents the inevitable journey of life, the transition from the physical world to the unknown, and the enduring impact of those who have passed on. This topic often evokes a complex mix of emotions, from sorrow and loss to reflection and reverence. People are drawn to quotes about the dead because they offer solace, understanding, and a sense of connection to those who are no longer with us. These quotes can provide comfort in times of grief, helping individuals process their emotions and find meaning in the cycle of life and death. They also serve as a reminder of the legacy left behind by the departed, encouraging us to cherish memories and celebrate the lives that have touched ours. In exploring quotes about the dead, we find a shared human experience that transcends time, offering wisdom and perspective on the nature of existence and the enduring bonds that death cannot sever.
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?
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.
...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.
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.
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?
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.
