Quotes on Eulogy

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy.

The good life is not an amount; it's an attitude, an act, an idea, a discovery, a search.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

We are not retreating - we are advancing in another direction.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

A man's friendships are one of the best measures of his worth.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

As I stood and gave the eulogy for young Michael Brown last week, I kept thinking about the fact that this child should have been in college instead of laying in a coffin.

The sculptor, the painter the musician the dancer, or any artist, if he can first obtain celebrate in Paris, acquires very easily the esteem and eulogy of other countries.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

Some people hate funerals. I find them comforting. They hit the pause button on life and remind us that it has an end. Every eulogy reminds me to deepen my dash, that place on the tombstone between our birth and our death.

A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.