Quotes From The Dead Poets Society Novels & Stories

*** “Not to end it faster.” *** There it was. *** The thing she hadn’t said out loud. *** ### The Line Victoria turned slightly toward her. *** “You could have,” she said. *** Not a question. *** Raven nodded. *** “Yes.” *** Her voice dropped. *** “I still can.” *** The wind shifted. Cold. *** Raven’s eyes drifted to the horizon. *** “I can feel them,” she said. “The dead. Everywhere. Not just here. Not just battlefields. Buried beneath cities, roads, forgotten places…”

I swiped the message, and a poem scrolled onto the screen in a font that looked like dripping ink: "Where the marble meets the mud, a scholar's light shall turn to blood. A pact is inked in secret sighs, beneath the mask of 'Holy' eyes. One shall fall so One may rise, fed by the Saintess' golden lies. A demon waits within the breath, of the lion who's cheated by a death. Save the spark or join the pyre; the Author's ink is made of fire." I stared at the screen, my brow furrowed as I read the lines over and over. "Marble meets the mud? Scholar's light?" I shook my head, my brain feeling like it had been put through a blender by the Highland spirit and the teleportation. The words were a jumbl

“Rule one: if I die, bury me sexy. Rule two: if there’s a ghost, we negotiate rent. Rule three: if I find an ex, we salt the earth.” First swing: missed. Hit shin. Second: hit hinge. Then toe. Third: creeeak. Air spilled out, cold and sharp with iron and mold. I raised my bottle. “To poor choices and strong quads.” The chimney groaned softly in disapproval. I smiled at it. “Don’t worry. I’m not scared.” Lie. Great posture.

Everyone turned to look at Chase anxiously as this thought crossed everyone’s minds. Chase’s expression remained calm as usual. He placed one hand behind his back and took one step forward. He acted as if he were strolling in a garden as he chanted softly. “No fear for hundreds! “No retreat for revenge! “No place for cowardice! “No room for injustice!” Everyone’s jaws fell at this. Why was he reciting a poem at a time like this? “He sure is in the mood for melancholy when he’s about to die!” Harlem stared at Chase and laughed savagely.

I know mom. Mom I want to say you something from quote. I know you loved literature that’s why I’m dedicating you the quote of George Eliot. “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” —Emma. I turn the next page to read but it’s empty. I haven’t wrote anything after that. I again started crying. My whole life seems empty and I want to write a diary again because I’m in pain. The pain inside me is at the highest peak. I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write.

He only linked my pinky in his and stayed outside the club's deep-green closed door with me until I'd mustered enough bravado to enter inside. A scrawny girl wearing thick round Harry Potter glasses is on the shriny stage they built. Splashes of screaming colour smudge the wall, and when I squint I see that they are figures, small figurine like paintings that resemble Nok art and igbo-ukwu works. Written in bold mural alphabets on another stretch of the wall is a quote: There is no greater agony, than the agony of an untold story. She reads out her poem. It's called "earlier than yesterday", and she uses bogus words like matador, incandescent, and malaise. I wonder if everyone here underst

she pointed to the underlined words of the other book. Mr. Evans looked at the words as Hazel then explained, “The Chosen One will make a sacrifice on the land of the dead.” She stood upright and faced Mr. Evans. She said, “The gathering of the dead means the place where the last war took place, where everyone died. That is the land of the dead and also the land of ashes. The Vampires bodies turned into ashes later on and now, we need to know where that land is.” When Mr. Evans didn’t speak, Hazel said, “Think Aiden, you were there that day. Where is that land?” she asked him and looked into his eyes as if the answers would come out.

They both fell asleep with heavy but warm hearts. Quote for this episode: ‘The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall’

3900’s words made all the dead soldiers who were in shock feel extremely depressed for a moment. Everyone knew that 3900 was right. Once they did not have the antidote, they would soon die from the poison. Even if they wanted to fight to the death against the Qing Eliminating Society, they probably would not be able to wait for the day when they could kill the enemy in battle. Charlie looked at 3900 and the dead soldiers at this moment and asked curiously, “Would you rather be controlled by the Qing Eliminating Society for all eternity, or would you rather fight them to the death?”

Taking the book from Alma, she found a passage from William Shakespeare's Hamlet; "To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them." To be or not to be Queen, that is the question. She read the passage out loud to Alma, "To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—" She was cut off by the Prince who had entered the room and finished the passage for her,