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#epitaph

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #epitaph




The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.


Thornton Wilder


#gratitude #grief

When I die, my epitaph should read: She Paid the Bills. That's the story of my private life.


Gloria Swanson


#die #epitaph #i #life #paid

Death Notice, ...... “He was offended with his wife, and went and hanged himself.” 10 Jun 1817


Boston Recorder


#epitaph #death

Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster. This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.


Vladimir Nabokov


#life

It's not an epitaph. I felt I could look back at my life and get a good story out of it. It's a picture of somebody trying to figure things out. I'm not trying to create some impression about myself. That doesn't interest me.


Alan Alda


#back #could #create #epitaph #felt

Epitaph for a dead waiter - God finally caught his eye.


George S. Kaufman


#dead #epitaph #eye #finally #god

Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.


Billy Sunday


#comes #epitaph #final #leave #live

Lest when I am gone you may be at a loss for an epitaph for me, let me give you one - He Fed Fevers.


Robert James Graves


#epitaph #fed #fevers #give #gone

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.


W.H. Auden


#eulogy #love

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.


Friedrich Nietzsche


#epitaph #wit






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