To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Good listeners, like precious gems, are to be treasured.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
A well-spent day brings happy sleep.
Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.
His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
Man should be judged by the deeds done to help his fellow man.
If we are fortunate, we one day find that person who impacts our world in such a way that our life is never the same again. By chance, or by design, we met that someone who offers the support, encouragement, and inspiration to become more than we ever thought possible.
Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.
Services were held today for Ken Lay - convicted thief and crook Ken Lay.They folded his arms across his chest and sowed his sleeves together so he couldn't put his hands in anyone's pockets when they walked by. You know when they say in a eulogy, "You're all richer for having known him." I don't think they're going to hear that.
When a man's life is over, it remains true that he was one sort of man and not another. A man who understands himself under the form of eternity knows the quality that eternally belongs to him, and knows that he cannot wholly die, even if he would, for when the movement of his life is over, the truth of his life remains.
If anyone e-mails you something "by George Carlin," there's a 99 percent chance I did not write it. I didn't write "Paradox Of Our Time." I didn't write "George Carlin On Aging." I didn't write a eulogy for my wife after she died. I didn't write the New Orleans thing. I didn't write "I Am A Bad American." None of them. You know what I've decided to do? I'm going to get a little cheap put-it-together-yourself website called NotMe.com.
I would like to do my own eulogy, and then shoot myself and then get in the coffin.
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