corpse

In some warped way, having an embalmed body with us made perfect sense.

...then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.

For a while, my self-control and my power of reason quailed to uselessness.

Aleks opened his mouth to reassure his friend when he heard something that chilled him to the bone.__leksander Aaron Arkadion! What in the hell is wrong with you! Why are you dragging that mangled corpse through town? You traumatized an entire first-grade class on a field trip to the town center,_ Ma said, striding up to them pointing down to the body that Aleks still had a hold of.He looked down at the ankle he was holding.__uck my life._ Aleks looked behind his ma at the trail of blood heading back to the ice cream parlor.Liam laughed, his arms wrapped around his waist holding his sides.

By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd with another's light must glow.Her frozen mountains must forgetTheir primal hot volcanic breath,Doomed to revolve for ages yet,Void amphitheatres of death.And all about the cosmic sky,The black that lies beyond our blue,Dead stars innumerable lie,And stars of red and angry hueNot dead but doomed to die.

Some people experience a life-changing sensation that transforms how they see the world after a near-death experience, but the way I see it, we__e all dying _ nay, we__e all dead _ and it is up to us to be our own self-necromancers to find some form of life and spirit to reanimate the corpse of a life spent wanting.

In a materialistic society, the dead body of a rich man__ dog is regarded as a corpse; that of a poor man, a carcass.

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

Karate without heart is just A corpse

In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside.

I crawled over the mountain of death, Watching the corpses roll down like the stones. Searching for the light which everyone always spoke of. I fought the wolves and also the death, and knocked the door, which already had a thousand handprints, soaked with blood. The door opened finally and I saw the light, which hit me in the heart and pushed me down the steep. I fell into the never ending pit, watching others crawl up the mountain in the search of light.

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

The mask of art is the means through which corruption is spread. The mask makes vice seem beautiful, turns squalor and nastiness into glamorous thrill, seduces the onlooker into the game _ and leaves him or her with the corpse on his hands.

You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.

The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.

Once you__e gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it__ a lover or a rotting corpse, you long for it when it__ not around. Or maybe it__ just me.

Three days after the liberation of Buchenwald, I became very ill; some sort of poisoning. I was transferred to a hospital and spent two weeks between life and death.One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto.From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.