Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Decapitated. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Decapitated Quotes And Sayings by 95 Authors including Anonymous,William Wordsworth,J.d. Robb,Melody Anne,Geonard Yleana for you to enjoy and share.
Dissection," writes historian Ruth Richardson in Death, Dissection, and the Destitute, "requires in its practitioners the effective suspension or suppression of many normal physical and emotional responses to the wilful mutilation of the body of another human being.
We murder to dissect.
She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.
preferably left buried in
Well, killing da already scientifically dead is not murder.
We hav a slang term por it...
Dobol dead.
How do you know he's dead? I realize that I may regret asking that question." "He's got a broken neck from falling off a roof and I reckon he fell off because he got a steel crossbow dart in his brain." "Ah. That sounds like dead, if you want my medical opinion.
Death is death no matter how it is inflicted
Today he became a killer, or else a corpse.
How can you kill a man who'd already been dead for years?
I was condemned to be beheaded, or burnt, as the king pleased; and he was graciously pleased, from the great remains of his love, to choose the mildest sentence.
I know dead. I've been there, done that and got the freakin' T-shirt.
Death by hanging. That, at least, I thought I would be spared.
IMPALE, v.t. In popular usage, to pierce with any weapon which remains fixed in the wound ... properly, to put to death by thrusting an upright sharp stake into the body, the victim being left in a sitting position.
All considerations
for these human remains!
They must have an escort!
They are classified!
There are innumerable ways to murder a person, but the most subtle and pernicious of these is to mutilate the soul of the innocent by denying or downgrading their uniqueness and their beauty.
Such is Life [Executed by hanging.]
I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder?
Death is half disarmed when the pleasures and interests of the flesh are first denied.
She was breathing, but she was lifeless, a marionette whose strings had been cut. Neil
Sometimes dead is betterDead-- Stephen King
First of all, you're dead. Secondly, I cut off your head. Thirdly... yes, I know that rhymed, you really don't have to tell me.
There is nothing more dignified than a corpse.
Soul rotted before my eyes.
Better undead than dead.
For the first time I saw her as a dead body under suspended sentence.
I am a dead man alive.
Dead, all dead but me, and I am dead to the world.
Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.
I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body.
Would you rather die, or be unwound?
Photographs are still being taken but aren't being shown. There's one of a skeleton bound at the wrists with pants still around its ankles; if it was a woman, she was likely raped; if it was a man, he was possibly castrated.
He was discovered with his feet stuck to the ceiling in the bathroom with his head stuffed in the toilet ...
There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.
It is hard to die unmourned.
Under a low sun, pursued by fish and mounted by crows and veiled in a loud swarm of bluebottle flies, the body comes down the river like a deadfall stripped clean.
Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into the air, and fell forward in his side. He was dead.
He looked at her as if she were already one of the ugly nameless bodies in the mortuary, and with a medical man's sober, somewhat cynical mind, he saw her in front of him, stripped and sliced open. That was his revenge. He caught himself regarding the whole world in that way.
The Queen has been guillotined, accused of crimes beyond imagining. Last night she appeared to me in a dream, handing me her head.
Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!
Now you're dead, and I'm buried.
Recycle the body through fire; scatter the remains back into the earth.
Incubated. And then raised. And then beheaded. And then plucked. And then cut up. And then put on a grill. And then put on a bun. Damn, it's gonna take a while. I don't have time. Scrambled!
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
It's not necrophilia if she still has a pulse...
Just shred baby, shred.
To waste! You are unknown and unwanted, save by me. This, because you are fairly adept at the various embalming arts and you occasionally compose a clever epitaph.
shorn their heads
Deader than four o'clock.
I was just looking up the definition for eviscerate. It says here, to remove the internal organs or entrails of a person or an animal. I'm thinking maybe when Daniel gets back that might be a fitting punishment?
Drowned in a vat of whiskey ... Oh Death, where is thy sting?
Defenestration" is
She's dead. She's dead.
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
I'd dismembered it in my memories. I'd disremembered it.
Spartacus," I called, "how's it hanging?" Probably not too well. Once you're dead, had your organs removed, and are resurrected as an undead mummified cat, your testicles probably looked like old raisins that had rolled under the couch. Raisins didn't tend to ... hang.
Deathpoint collapsed, a bullet wound in his forehead. Dead.
Are you badly hurt?"
"Hideously," said the king, without sounding injured at all. "I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you.
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
What kind of man refers to himself as safely dead?
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
He was dead.
No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization.
Death by creaming
What's for dinner?"
"Roast beef. I heard it was a woman's body buried on Hamilton Ranch and that her body had been mummified."
"Roast beef and mummified should never be used in the same sentence," he joked as he headed toward the refrigerator for a beer.
He suspended thinking; his mind was a bloody vacancy, like a room in which there has been a butchering.
Death by drowning, death by snakebite ... death by memory loss, death by claymore ... death by paper cuts, death by whoreknife, death by poker game ... death by authority, death by isolation, death by genocide, death by Kennedy ... death by signature, death by silence ... death by performance
He can be lethal death.
lying on "mattress graves.
a flayed body untangled
string by string and hung
to the wall, an agonized banner
displayed for the same reason
flags are.
Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie.
John Mathew
Dead! He had known. Of course he had known.
tumbril on his way to the Guillotine.
He lay in darkness, like a sacrifice; he could hear the teeth of his leprosy devouring his flesh. There was a smell of contempt around him, insisting on his impotence. But his lips were bowed in a placid smile, a look of fondness, as if he had come at last to approve his disintegration.
In the end, Scipio and Salvadore were condemned to a gruesome death. They were to be hanged, decapitated, and quartered. As a deterrent to potential conspirators, each man's head and body parts were to be displayed in different counties.17
I was taken down by a bench.
The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.
Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
It was worse than murder. It was twisted, wretched perversion, as though someone had bludgeoned another person to death with a Botticelli, turned something of beauty to an act of utter destruction.
Not dead. Just dreaming.
Returning his pen to its holder, he told us, 'I will have him gutted with that scythe. I will hang him by his own intestines.' At this piece of dramatic exposition, I could not hep but roll my eyes. A length of intestines would not carry the weight of a child, much less a full grown man.
Death when to death a death by death hath given
Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven.
[Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses).]
Damn. A dead body. I hate it when that happens.
They were shot with a shotgun and put in garbage bags and thrown under a bridge," Shrake said. "If it wasn't murder, it was a really weird accident.
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.
Bodies lay strewn all around. Turkish and Wallachian warriors caught in the intimate indiscriminate embrace of death.
A man is never undone till he be hang'd.
Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.
Across the room, Jason soared into the air and lopped the goddess's head off. Sadly, the head flew right back into place. "Unacceptable," Hygeia said calmly. "Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.
He's dead, then?" said Ridmark, the cold healing magic spreading through him. "He's a burned corpse with a soulblade stuck in his chest," said Gavin. "I suppose he could be deader, but it's hard to see how."
I am one of the crucified dead.
To be rendered unconscious; to lie exposed, without shame, at the mercy of others; to be touched, incised, plundered, remade - this is what they are thinking of when they look at him, with their widening eyes and slightly parted lips.
They had cut him open and excised his Free Will.
The unhorsing, wounding and capture of the enemy was sought, for corpses fetched little ransom, but in the blind chaos of the charge, death was a whore who did not care who she drew into her darkness, veteran knight or callow bachelor.
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. "I'm embalmed."
"Potted and splificated?"
"Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
There breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men's are, dead.
His heart was a grave.
Not the kind of unconsciousness that torments the dead, but the kind that kills the living.
Deified and demonized. Prized and pummeled. Loved and loathed. Mostly, she's still standing.
All well - from the neck down.Neck-- Aby Warburg