Marcel Carne Quotes

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

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

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

I don't think most people know what's going to be in their obituary, but I do.

Death is not only a passing on but a time for everyone else to truthfully reflect on one's life.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

When I die, remember that what you knew of me is with you always. What is buried is only the shell of what was. Do not regret the shell, but remember the man. Remember the father.

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

The body is the one thing you have to say goodbye to. You can hold on to your memories. You can hold on to the spirit. That's part of the package that you love and the part that comforts you.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.

I'm not sure I've learned anything new about life; but I've had to think harder about death and what comes after for other people.

Now more than ever, I have learned that, when people die, they truly do live throughout those who love them.

It's hard to say what I want my legacy to be when I'm long gone.

I know if I were to drop dead now, people would probably write nice things in the obit.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

I've dealt with losing close ones before, and I've been around friends that have lost friends at a young age. I think it's important to think about - not necessarily death, but about life and think about where you're going and how you want to be remembered and the legacy you want to leave.

It's funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

I don't give a toss about being remembered after my death.

After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

My death is incidental, and I worry very much about my loved ones and, you know, would like to make it as easy as possible for them. Or wish I could will away whatever, you know, the sadness they will feel when I die. But for me, nothing. The world goes on.