Ellen Terry Quotes

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

I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps.

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

We knew that Father was loved in Orissa. But the ocean of emotion that greeted us on his death was an eye-opener.

To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

On the fortieth day after his death, we held the ceremony, and I performed for the very first time.

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

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.

Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.

I wrote 'All You Could Ask For' to honor a friend, Heidi Armitage, who left us much too soon in 2009 at the age of 43.

If I talk about my father's funeral, as I did when I was promoting the last novel, 'Being Dead,' I'm not going to tell any lies, but there are certain things I'm not going to tell you, and I'm certainly not going to tell my grief.

I have my name Cory on my left arm, and I have my mom's name on my right with a cross. She passed away while I was still in high school, so I got that on my right arm.

I do my best to make every word from my pen a cry from the heart for the souls of the dead.

There's going to be a picture of 'Mama' on my obit.

When someone important to you, someone that's played a big role in your life, when they're gone... When you write about them or pay tribute to them, you want to do it in a way that's thoughtful.

'Lauder' is a favorite because the name of the song is a friend of mine who passed away.

The loss of my father will always sting. But now, everything that I do is in honor of him and celebrates his life.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

Perhaps it's only when people are dead that we can safely show how much we cared about them. We know that it's too late then for them to do anything about it.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

When a friend is carried to his grave, we at once find excuses for every weakness, and palliation of every fault. We recollect a thousand endearments, which before glided off our minds without impression, a thousand favors unrepaid, a thousand duties unperformed; and wish, vainly wish, for his return, not so much that we may receive as that we may bestow happiness, and recompense that kindness which before we never understood.