Quotes About Eulogy

the boy was given the signal honor of delivering a eulogy at her funeral.

That's the thing about funerals. They're completely hypocritical. Everyone says how wonderful the deceased was, how kind, how generous when, deep down, they know it's not true.

Never write a line you would be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

Biography is one of the new terrors of death.

There's a magical part of it (writing obituaries), too, which is you're trying to breathe life back into someone who has just died. You're trying to conjure them up.

History: a collection of epitaphs.

Our eulogies are always about the other stuff: what we gave, how we connected, how much we meant to our family and friends, small kindnesses, lifelong passions, and the things that made us laugh. So why do we spend so much of our limited time on this earth focusing on all the things our eulogy will never cover?

Our eulogies are always about the other stuff: what we gave, how we connected, how much we meant to our family and friends, small kindnesses, lifelong passions, and the things that made us laugh.

Have you notices that when we die, our eulogies celebrate our lives very differently from the way society defines success?

'The Imitation Game' is a celebration of Alan Turing's life and legacy, and Joan's final monologue is our eulogy. It's the thing we all wished we could have said to him.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again.

Here lies the body of my good horse, The General. For years he bore me around the circuit of my practice and all that time he never made a blunder. Would that his master could say the same.

Marina wouldn't want to be remembered because she dead. She would want to be remembered because she's good.

My narcissism could have turned my eulogy Into Law & Order courtroom testimony. I could've said, I felt safe almost half the time With Mom. She protected me against cruelty Three days a week.

TO THE FALLEN Sleep my sons, your duty done For Freedom's light has come. Sleep in the silent depths of the sea Or in your bed of hallowed sod Until you hear at dawn the low, Clear reveille of God.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery, if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just Tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a Dog.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

I don't want to be remembered. I want the nice words when I can hear them.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

It is so easy to condemn — and so pleasant too, for eulogy charms no listeners as detraction does.

Piety in regard to the dead: to do everything for what does not exist.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

You are whatever you shall leave behind when you leave life!