Quotes on Funeral

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.

A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Away with funeral music-set_x000D_ _x000D_ The pipe to powerful lips-_x000D_ _x000D_ The cup of life's for him that drinks_x000D_ _x000D_ And not for him that sips.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

My parents would frisk me before family events. Before weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, and what have you. Because if they didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way I'd be found in a corner. That was who I was...that was what I did. I was the kid with the book.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

Tell me about your family," I said. And so she did. I listened intently as my mother went through each branch of the tree. Years later, after the funeral, Maria had asked me questions about the family - who was related to whom - and I struggled. I couldn't remember. A big chunk of our history had been buried with my mother. You should never let your past disappear that way.

Gerald Westerby, he told himself. You were present at your birth. You were present at your several marriages and at some of your divorces, and you will certainly be present at your funeral. High time, in our considered view, that you were present at certain other crucial moments in your history.

You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray tell?" "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.