#epitaph

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

— Boston Recorder

#epitaph #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

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

Her close friends have gathered. Lord, ain't it a shame Grieving together Sharing the blame. But when she was dying Lord, we let her down. There's no use cryin' It can't help her now. The party's all over Drink up and go home. It's too late to love her And leave her alone. Just say she was someone Lord, so far from home Whose life was so lonesome She died all alone Who dreamed pretty dreams That never came true Lord, why was she born So black and blue? Oh, why was she born So black and blue? Epitaph (Black And Blue) Written by: Kris Kristofferson Note: "Epitaph" is about Janis Joplin. ↗

— Kris Kristofferson

#poetry #song-lyrics #dreams

Let no man write my epitaph... When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then shall my character be vindicated, then may my epitaph be written. ↗

— Robert Emmet

#character #country #earth #epitaph #her

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

Live your epitaph ↗

— Zoe Weil

#education #epitaph #humane #introspective #live