Quotes on Gravestone

Write on my gravestone: 'Infidel, Traitor.', infidel to every church that compromises with wrong; traitor to every government that oppresses the people.

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I don't want an epitaph on my gravestone that says, 'He would have pursued some big dreams in his life, but other people wouldn't let him.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

Somebody asked what I wanted on my gravestone. I'm just going to put: 'Glad I Could Help.'

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

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.

You know what I'm going to have on my gravestone? 'She did it the hard way.'

Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints - the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure.

And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.

I liked those ladies! They were helpers, and they danced.' These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."

I often thought my gravestone would say, 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out,'

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

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.