Quotes About Eulogy

Mildred, who had listened to this eulogy as one might listen to soul-nourishing organ music, came to herself with a start, and murmured: "She's a wonderful girl." "No—is a wonderful singer.

I feel like my career has been a series of glowing obituaries.

It's like obituaries, when you die they finally give you good reviews.

I'm terribly sad about Farrah's passing. She was incredibly brave, and God will be welcoming her with open arms.

Washington is the mightiest name of earth — long since mightiest in the cause of civil liberty; still mightiest in moral reformation. On that name, an eulogy is expected. It cannot be. To add brightness to the sun, or glory to the name of Washington, is alike impossible. Let none attempt it. In solemn awe pronounce the name, and in its naked deathless splendor, leave it shining on.

The saddest three words in the English language: "Rest in peace."

De mortuis nil nisi bonum.

That's what Lipitor is for," he said as they reached the Explorer. She opened the driver's-side door. "I'll be sure to remember that line for your eulogy. It will get a big laugh.

People don't become better when they're dead; you just talk about them as if they are.

And I have begun thinking of that life as miraculous and lucky. How could a man I had dreaded as my commandant and who tried twice to get me kicked out of college become the subject of the first book I would write? [...] Who could have foreseen the day I would deliver his eulogy at the Summerall Chapel, or that I would give a speech on the night they named the dining room in the new Alumni Hall after him? Not me. Not once. Not ever.

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

At my funeral, I want Meryl Streep crying in five different accents.

I want to die in my sleep like my friend... Not yelling like the passengers in his car.

A twenty-minute eulogy, unless composed by a) William Shakespeare, b) Winston Churchill, or c) Mark Twain, is sixteen minutes too long. Technical note: It is better to tell a eulogist to speak for four minutes not five minutes. "Five minutes" to the modern ear sounds like "around five minutes," whereas "four minutes" means "four minutes.

There is, I feel, an age at which the individual man would want to stop: you wi l seek the age at which you would desire your Species had stopped. Discontented with your present state for reasons that foretell even greater discontents for your unhappy Posterity, perhaps you would want to be able to go backward in time. This sentiment must be the Eulogy of your first ancestors, the criticism of your contemporaries, and the dread of those who will have the unhappiness to live after you.

There is, I feel, an age at which the individual man would want to stop: you will seek the age at which you would desire your Species had stopped. Discontented with your present state for reasons that foretell even greater discontents for your unhappy Posterity, perhaps you would want to be able to go backward in time. This sentiment must be the Eulogy of your first ancestors, the criticism of your contemporaries, and the dread of those who will have the unhappiness to live after you.

I want a church service with New Orleans funeral jazz music. I'd like people to say a few words about me and I may have my ashes scattered in the sea.

A practitioner in panegyric, or, to speak more plainly, a professor of the art of puffing.

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones

Lay these Bones in an unworthy Urn, Tombless, with no Remembrance over them.

They had buried him under our elm tree, they said -- yet this was not totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

I'll miss myself so bad when I die.

I am not accustomed to the language of eulogy. I have never studied the art of paying compliments to women. But I must say, that if all that has been said by orators and poets since the creation of the world in praise of women were applied to the women of America, it would not do them justice.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on.