Funeral Quotes
It is not enough to write and deliver a funeral service for a grieving family…you must love them too.
Six guns rattling rattling boom boom boomWords and flags folding, folding, foldedThe knell tolls ding ding ding ding ....
Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.
For 3 million you could give everyone in Scotland a shovel, and we could dig a hole so deep we could hand her over to Satan in person. (on Margaret Thatcher)
A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.
Most of us cling to life as if our existence were a result of our deed or choice.
Most human beings would have never been pained by the death of a human being if they had never seen a human being or pretending to be pained by that.
The death of a billionaire is worth more to the media than the lives of a billion poor people.
I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral.
Drab?" Soldier yelled. "I'll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I'll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!
Death would not surprise us as often as it does, if we let go of the misbelief that newborns are less mortal than the elderly.
Attending a funeral would leave the average person insane, if they truly believed that sooner or later they are also going to die.
The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.
Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.
Life is a lie. We should fear it more than death. We live fearful of dying, terrified of the unknown … when, really, every truth is in our last breath.
You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place.
Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.
Whether you lay cold in the ground or warm in an urn the turmoils of life aren't a concern. For some this may be the perfect rhyme except for those you leave behind...
It was like a bomb had just gone off in the kitchen, and instead of cleaning up the rubble, people were stepping around it and eating mini-quiche.
Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than aboutcomforting the people they leave behind.
His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.
I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
You cannot be responsible for some things that happen on earth. You may attempt to act, God alone will decide. Some things are mysteries!
Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.
Delay is not a help-mate. The cemetary is full of people who thought they could DO IT tomorrow. Do It Now!
wasn’t no bit of me willing to ride shotgun to my own funeral.
It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and white fungi, and over everything a funeral hush.
Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.
To hear how much of a great human being you were — even if you really weren’t — open your ears at your funeral.
Don't cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead.
The notion of burial had always struck him as stifling and cold. He liked the Indian way better, setting the bodies up high, as if passing them to the heavens.
You listen to people, you listen so deeply that you can hear their past lives, The crackle of their funeral pyres,
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
Most of the funeral stuff is going to be done during daylight hours, ” I said. “I’m not even going to be able to attend the burial. Humans get upset when vampires burst into flames right next to them.
it is sad to fill a grave with a person full of potential yet completely emptied of anymore possibility to try it once again.
And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.
