William Wordsworth Quotes

The Vice President is like a man in a cataleptic state. He cannot speak. He cannot move.

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

She was lying like a loaf of bread. I said, baby, baby, baby, are you dead?

Remember the movements that don't look like moving.

I'm not walking around the stage, I'm not moving.

Her face lay still on the air under his face.

In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

Dolls are like small dead people.

Why is a door-knob deader than anything else?

When we define the Photograph as a motionless image, this does not mean only that the figures it represents do not move; it means that they do not (i)emerge(i), do not (i)leave(i): they are anesthetized and fastened down, like butterflies.

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.

As long as you are stationary, no one will complain. Dogs don't bark at parked cars.

There is nothing in the world more stubborn than a corpse: you can hit it, you can knock it to pieces, but you cannot convince it.

I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.

If you keep dead still, they will run down in three of four minutes.

On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over, - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again. It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement.

Dead we become the lumber of the world.

He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.

No one could be still like Edward.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.