Lasting Tribute Quotes

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.

Mankind, devising some consolation for the frail and precarious duration of human life, have thought by the erection of monuments to glorify the memories of their ancestors with immortal honors. Some have employed the vivid delineations and colors of painting; some have carved statues from lifeless blocks of wood; while others, by engraving their inscriptions deep on tablets and monuments, have thought to transmit the virtues of those whom they honored to perpetual remembrance.

May a monument be erected to me in your hearts, as it is to you in mine.

For more than half a century, during which kingdoms and empires have fallen, this Union has stood unshaken. The patriots who formed it have long since descended to the grave; yet still it remains, the proudest monument to their memory. . .

The glorious memory of brave men is continually renewed; the fame of those who have performed any noble deed is never allowed to die; and the renown of those who have done good service to their country becomes a matter of common knowledge to the multitude, and part of the heritage of posterity.

Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone, A Page, a Grave, that they can call their own; But spread, my sons, your glory thin or thick, On passive paper, or on solid brick.

When my time comes, just skin me and put me up there on Trigger, just as though nothing had ever changed.

The life of the dead consists in the recollection cherished of them by the living.

How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.

My whole thing was this was to immortalize my family's name. To get the people who never would have appreciated him to appreciate him, there's nothing a son could want more.

When a writer dies you get a higher standard of obituary.

To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our belief.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.