Quotes on Headstone

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.

Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last.

Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.

Let not a man guard his dignity, but let his dignity guard him.

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

His headstone said FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST But death is a slave's freedom We seek the freedom of free men And the construction of a world Where Martin Luther King could have lived and preached nonviolence.

I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

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

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

It is not length of life, but depth of life.

When I am dead and buried, on my tombstone I would like to have it written, 'I have arrived.' Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead.

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.

I did not want my tombstone to read, 'She kept a really clean house.' I think I'd like them to remember me by saying, 'She opened government to everyone.'

We turn, three men bound by love, by history, by circumstance, and most certainly by the awful grace of God, and together walk a narrow lane where headstones press close all around, reminding me gently of Warren Redstone’s parting wisdom, which I understand now. The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.