Quotes About Eulogy

Life is but a story told at one's funeral

What is an argument for the defense that neither torments nor troubles — what is a eulogy that fails to kill? Every apology should be a murder by enthusiasm.

All the epigrams written against the little sex—for it is antiquated nowadays to say the fair sex—ought to be disarmed of their point and changed into madrigals of eulogy! All men ought to consider that the sole virtue of a woman is to love and that all women are prodigiously virtuous, and at that point to close the book and end their meditation.

I remember I did the movie 'Eulogy,' and there was a dramatic moment in it. It was pretty heavy, and I went for it. It was... I didn't feel that comfortable doing it.

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

She warn't particular; she could write about anything you choose to give her to write about just so it was sadful. Every time a man died, or a woman died, or a child died, she would be on hand with her "tribute" before he was cold. She called them tributes.

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

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously.

Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.

Some people hate funerals. I find them comforting. They hit the pause button on life and remind us that it has an end. Every eulogy reminds me to deepen my dash, that place on the tombstone between our birth and our death.

That's going to be on my headstone: 'He came. He wrote 'In the Air Tonight.' He... died.'

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

This is a book about notable achievements made while dead.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.

Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

One way to evaluate your own reputation is to think about what would be said of you at your eulogy.

One of my desert island books, 'The Leopard' is not so much a novel as a eulogy for a way of life and a Sicily that was already lost by the time Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa was writing.

Green be the turf above thee,Friend of my better days!None knew thee but to love thee,Nor named thee but to praise.

Do you know what I am going to tell you, he said with his wry mouth, a pint of plain is your only man. Notwithstanding this eulogy, I soon found that the mass of plain porter bears an unsatisfactory relation to its toxic content and I subsequently became addicted to brown stout in bottle, a drink which still remains the one that I prefer the most despite the painful and blinding fits of vomiting which a plurality of bottles has often induced in me.

But then again, the dead are often easier to praise than the living.

These days the only time people get to feel appreciated by others or hear something good about themselves is when they're being read their eulogies.

The trouble when you die is that everyone says you were nice. I would like to be thought of as genuinely nice. I would like there to be people who can honestly say, 'Len! Oh yeah, there was more good than bad in him.'