#epitaph

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

— Thornton Wilder

#gratitude #grief

It's been such a deep and amazing journey for me, getting close to John Keats, and also I love Shelley and Byron. I mean, the thing about the Romantic poets is that they've got the epitaph of romantic posthumously. They all died really young, and Keats, the youngest of them all. ↗

— Jane Campion

#also #amazing #been #byron #close

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph. ↗

— Robert Emmet

#inscription #man #tomb #upon #write

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#epitaph #wit

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

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#epitaph #humor #masques #humor

As Master Nathaniel jogged leisurely along his thoughts turned to the Farmer Gibberty, who many a time must have jogged along this path, in just such a way, and seen and heard the very same things that he was seeing and hearing now. Yes, the Farmer Gibberty had once been a real living man, like himself. And so had millions of others, whose names he had never heard. And one day he himself would be a prisoner, confined between the walls of other people's memory. And then he would cease even to be that, and become nothing but a few words cut in stone. What would these words be, he wondered. ↗

— Hope Mirrlees

#epitaphs #nathaniel-chanticleer #death

I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: "What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me." ↗

— Joseph Addison

#away #cannot #charitable #epitaph #gave

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

— Irvin S. Cobb

#been #belated #discontinued #epitaph #goods

Here in Manto's own words that he wanted to mark his grave with: "In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful Here lies Saadat Hasan Manto and with him lie buried all the secrets and mysteries of the art of short-story writing.... Under tons of earth he lies, still wondering who among the two is greater short-story writer: God or He. ↗

— Saadat Hasan Manto

#art