Quotes About Memorial

Epitaphs are cheap, and they do a poor chap a world of good after he is dead, especially if he had hard luck while he was alive. I wish they were used more.

My sporting hero was Drazen Petrovic, the NBA basketball player, who was killed in a car accident in 1993. He was a good friend, an unbelievable player, and I dedicated my Wimbledon win to him.

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You know, it was only a generation ago that actors couldn't be buried in the churchyard.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.

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The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation's history.

When you go home, tell them of us and say, for their tomorrow we gave our today.

I am the living death, a Memorial Day on wheels. I am your Yankee Doodle Dandy, your John Wayne come home, your Fourth of July firecracker exploding in the grave.

A nation that fails to honor its heroes, soon will have no heroes to honor.

Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay, but we can honor their sacrifice.

America remembers. On this 12th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, the nation honors those who were lost.

I hope to be remembered as someone who made the earth a little more beautiful.

I hope when I'm dead I'll be considered an icon, though.

The most I can hope for is to die in a pose that confuses future archaeologists.

I don't want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who died. I want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who left and actually did something with her life. Then died.

The goal in life is not to try and live forever, but to create something that will live forever in people's hearts.

Throughout the ages, humans have had a need to mark the time and place when and where people make the final stop on their journey from this world to the next.

Even near the end, his sense of humor was still there. As I said in the memorial service, Robyn, Stan, his wife Ruth, and I were all in Isaac's hospital room the day before he died. I said to him, 'Isaac, you're the best there is.' Isaac smiled and shrugged. Then, with a mischievous lift of his eyebrows, he nodded yes, and we all laughed.

Great persons, like great empires, leave their mark on history.

I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral.

The only true dead are those who have been forgotten.

the men placed willow wands every 50 feet or so to mark their route—as I did in 1992, but as no one bothered to in 1986 or 2008, an oversight that contributed to both tragedies.