Tombstone Quotes

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

Your next SMS will probably be around longer, and remain more legible, than your tombstone. For, unlike your tombstone or even your mortal coil, your texts may be worth something.

James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end.

Nothing in Moderation We all loved him.

I had A Lover's Quarrel With The World Robert Lee Frost (Old Bennington Cemetery, Bennington, Vermont) Our Darling Eva We Love You.

I loved Stand By Me. I loved Tombstone. Give men a little credit. Maybe we'll be able to humanize women more and see more of their depth as people.

My tombstone would someday read I died keeled over at my computer writing a screenplay or a business plan.

Having 'Oscar winner' on your tombstone is a great thing.

I wonder how many of our tombstones will have to be inscribed with the epitaph 'Died of too many meetings'?

Novelist-Citizen of Two Countries Interpreter of his Generation on both Sides of the Sea.

The Stone the Builders Rejected.

I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear.

On my tombstone, I really hope that someday they will write: He was true but partial.

I would die happy if I knew that on my tombstone could be written these words, "This man was an absolute fool. None of the disastrous things that he reluctantly predicted ever came to pass!"

I will not be back after these messages

If a man needs an elaborate tombstone in order to remain in the memory of his country, it is clear that his living at all was an act of absolute superfluity.

"The Entertainer" He did it all.

When they bury me in a church and chuck earth on my grave, I'd like the words 'Well, at least he tried' engraved on my tombstone.

Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted.

Here lies Walter Winchell in the dirt he loved so well.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Here lies one whose name was writ on water.

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.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

Jev was certain the words “should’ve known better” would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.

What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding?