Isn’t it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn’t going to be room to bury anyone anymore? For my ninth birthday last year, Grandma gave me a subscription to National Geographic, which she calls “the National Geographic.” She also gave me a white blazer, because I only wear white clothes, and it’s too big to wear so it will last me a long time. She also gave me Grandpa’s camera, which I loved for two reasons. I asked why he didn’t take it with him when he left her. She said, “Maybe he wanted you to have it.”
I said, “But I was negative-thirty years old.” She said, “Still.” Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls!
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.
Mary Harris JonesStichwörter: life death living dead prayer
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All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...
Stephen KingStichwörter: dead
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?
J.K. RowlingStichwörter: dead
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
PlatoStichwörter: war dead life-lessons warriors
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
Czesław MiłoszStichwörter: living dead remembrance reminiscence
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The dead are way more organized than the living.
China MiévilleDas Zitat auf Deutsch anzeigen
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That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
N.H. KleinbaumStichwörter: society poets dead
O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude...
Stichwörter: poetry dead memory invisible choir rectitude minds
Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’
Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.
Stichwörter: humor cats people living dead challenge guess kinds kinds-of-people
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