Words matter. These are the best Epitaph Quotes from famous people such as Jane Campion, George Sutherland, Daniel Tammet, Irvin S. Cobb, Alan Arkin, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
It’s been such a deep and amazing journey for me, getting close to John Keats, and also I love Shelley and Byron. I mean, the thing about the Romantic poets is that they’ve got the epitaph of romantic posthumously. They all died really young, and Keats, the youngest of them all.
For the saddest epitaph which can be carved in memory of a vanished freedom is that it was lost because its possessors failed to stretch forth a saving hand while there was still time.
One of the lines from my books is about having respect for different minds, and if I had to have an epitaph at this point in my life, that would be it.
An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.
I wrote my epitaph: He started out a particle and ended up a wave.
We need to make sure that the Voyager probes carrying a record of human civilization speeding beyond our solar system remain an introduction to the world that sent them and not an epitaph for a civilization that caused its own ruin.
Lest when I am gone you may be at a loss for an epitaph for me, let me give you one – He Fed Fevers.
The first character that will be on my epitaph is Monisha from ‘Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai.’
Josephine Baker is such an iconic woman that once you’ve touched her and she has touched you, it never goes away. I’m stuck with her. I’m sure 50 years from now, when they write my obituary, they will mention that I played Josephine Baker. It’ll be on my epitaph.
Those who say that life is worth living at any cost have already written an epitaph of infamy, for there is no cause and no person that they will not betray to stay alive.
If I were to write my epitaph… Epitaph? Hey, shut-up Albert. I’d want to be remembered as someone who loved his sport and tried his best.
I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: ‘What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.’
Epitaph for a dead waiter – God finally caught his eye.
When I die, my epitaph should read: She Paid the Bills. That’s the story of my private life.
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.
Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.
That might be my epitaph: ‘It wasn’t as bad as I thought. Here lies Phil Lord.’
Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.
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.’
When they write my epitaph, it’s going to say, ‘Innate Immunotherapeutics, saving millions of lives.’ It’s not going to be ‘member of Congress.’
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.’
Will Truman will be on my epitaph, but as an actor, I have to challenge myself.
I didn’t want my epitaph to read ‘Here lies John Caudwell, billionaire.’ I knew that wasn’t enough. I’ve had a charitable instinct all my life, but working gave me no time for it.
Let no man write my epitaph… When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then shall my character be vindicated, then may my epitaph be written.
And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.
One shouldn’t write one’s own epitaph. I hope people will remember me as one who did her best – and who wasn’t an anachronism.
Epitaph is the place to be! They were all longtime, true fans of New Found Glory and they understand us.
The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth.
In Brazil, the history of the interaction between blancos and indios – whites and Indians – often reads like an extended epitaph. Tribes were wiped out by disease and massacres; languages and songs were obliterated.
If I were to have an epitaph, I’d want it to read, ‘She did stuff.’
