Corpse Quotes

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Marcus Aurelius
“You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Gaston Leroux
“Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!”
Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

Koushun Takami
“Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.”
Koushun Takami, Battle Royale

“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.”
Jennifer Birkett

Ellen Hopkins
“God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.”
Ellen Hopkins, Burned

“জীবিতদের কেউ মানুষ, আবার কেউ অমানুষ! আর মৃতরা শুধুই লাশ! সেখানে কোনো মনুষ্যত্ব নেই!”
এজি মাহমুদ

Ray Bradbury
“How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country

Emily Brontë
“I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Caitlin Doughty
“Women’s bodies are so often under the purview of men, whether it’s our reproductive organs, our sexuality, our weight, our manner of dress. There is a freedom found in decomposition, a body rendered messy, chaotic, and wild. I relish this image when visualizing what will become of my future corpse.”
Caitlin Doughty, From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death

Bertolt Brecht
“Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.”
Bertolt Brecht

Rémy de Gourmont
“She lit the candelabras which stood on the mantelpiece. Placed at the head of the bead, on a side-table, they looked like two burning bushes, their flames solemn and inextinguishable. But beneath that avalanche of light the dead man became hideous: the pale head displayed a whiteness more livid than the bedsheet, ghastly against the cambric of the pillow; pits of shadow were hollowed out under the eyes and his nose was villainously elongated, and even the mouth seemed wicked – his mouth, which was so very gentle!

Remy de Gourmont, Angels of Perversity

Jan Neruda
“The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might – one last time before slipping into the pit – be warmed by the light of the sun.”
Jan Neruda, Prague Tales

Ambrose Bierce
“The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected him. He felt toward them a kind of reasonless antipathy which was something more than the physical and spiritual repugnance common to us all. Doubtless this feeling was due to his unusually acute sensibilities - his keen sense of the beautiful, which these hideous things outraged. Whatever may have been the cause, he could not look upon a dead body without a loathing which had in it an element of reselltment. What others have respected as the dignity of death had to him no existence - was altogether unthinkable. Death was a thing to be hated. It was not picturesque, it had no tender and solemn side - a dismal thing, hideous in all its manifestations and suggestions. Lieutenant Byring was a braver man than anybody knew, for nobody knew his horror of that which he was ever ready to encounter. ("A Tough Tussle")”
Ambrose Bierce, Ghost Stories

Tahir Shah
“In some warped way, having an embalmed body with us made perfect sense.”
Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King: The Quest for a Lost City

Andrew Cull
“Hope is a corpse.

A dead thing, watching you suffer with black empty eyes.

Any comfort it might have offered, long since gone to the grave.”
Andrew Cull, Remains

“The New or Future Eve is emptied of all inner life and turned into a shell. The bitter irony in this is that her perfection recalls nothing so much as a corpse.”
Asti Hustvedt, The Decadent Reader: Fiction, Fantasy, and Perversion from Fin-de-Siècle France

Sadegh Hedayat
“I saw that pain and disease existed and at the same time that they were void of sense and meaning. Among the men of the rabble I had become a creature of a strange, unknown race, so much so that they had forgotten that I had once been part of their world. I had the dreadful sensation that I was not really alive or wholly dead. I was a living corpse, unrelated to the world of living people and at the same time deprived of the oblivion and peace of death.”
Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Cremation is the refusal to put a corpse to good use.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Leigh Bardugo
“Why don’t they use this place anymore?” Matthias had asked when they’d taken over a vast tomb at the island’s center as their hideout.

“Plague,” Kaz replied. “The first bad outbreak was more than a hundred years ago, and the Merchant Council prohibited burial within city limits. Now bodies have to be cremated.”

“Not if you’re rich,” Jesper added. “Then they take you to a cemetery in the country, where your corpse can enjoy the fresh air.”
Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“What on earth will appetize a man to die for something bitter if there are no benefits? Else people will curse his corpse for dying foolishly when the world abounds with sweet things to die for.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“Any smiling countenance before a corpse is either stupid or suspicious; countenance speaks louder than words.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Anne Rice
“It gave me no hope to see him doing these simple things with the sluggishness of a somnambulist. It proved nothing more than that he could go like this forever, our silent accomplice, little more than a resuscitated corpse.”
Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“During a funeral, the corpse receives way more affection, love, or attention, from some people, than was ever received, from those people, by the person the corpse used to be.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“By saying only good things about the deceased during their funeral, we make it seem as if they were perfect … and are being auctioned.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Roland Barthes
“Myth, on the contrary, is a language which does not want to die: it wrests from the meanings which give it its sustenance an insidious, degraded survival, it provokes in them an artificial reprieve in which it settles comfortably, it turns them into speaking corpses.”
Roland Barthes, Mythologies

Josef Winkler
“The corpse fluid had dripped onto the brown Carinthian suit of one of the pallbearers, & he vomited beside a funeral wreath propped up against a garden fence. On its black ribbon, in golden letters, was written A Last Goodbye.”
Josef Winkler, When the Time Comes

Josef Winkler
“A twisted countenance overcame her in death. Her cheeks and mouth were deeply sunken. Liver mortis dotted her face and hands. Moreover, the process of decomposition was so advanced, it was impossible to expect that the funeral guests remain seated, praying their rosary before her open coffin.”
Josef Winkler, When the Time Comes

Josef Winkler
“While Jonathan lay on his deathbed in his parents' house, his bluish red rope burns and strangulation bruises covered with a fresh garland of carnations, purple and aromatic, from the garden, and his corpse had turned wax-yellow and his fingernails blue, his mother, in a black dress, kept vigil through the night, near the two candles that lit up his face to the left and right of the sofa, never once closing her eyes.”
Josef Winkler, When the Time Comes

Sondra Charbadze
“A living corpse. A phrase which has hatched behind my eyes (seemingly without thought) and now lives as a hot pulsation in my brain as I walk, write, and sleep. I have been told that there is a miniature death in every breath: the millisecond after inhale and before exhale, when we hang in the hollow spaceless. This is another way of saying that we are all of us resurrected beings, and all of us not, our corpses sliding tight behind us in the vernix of birth.”
Sondra Charbadze, The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language

Helen Nielsen
“A corpse is seldom attractive.”
Helen Nielsen

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