Funeral Quotes - Page 8

Don't wait for a funeral to pay a compliment. You may not make it in time.

I am terminally sentimental about graduations. They are more individual than weddings, more conscious than christenings, or bar mitzvahs or bat mitzvahs. They are almost as much a step into the unknown as funerals-though I assure you, there is life after graduation.

There wasn't a funeral per se. I buried [Gilda Radner] 3 miles from her house that she had bought just shortly before we met. It was an old house, old colonial house, 1734. And there were just a few friends at the funeral, a nonsectarian cemetery. And an old friend of hers from junior high school or high school was the rabbi in town, and he performed the service.

I checked myself out in that funeral parlour scene. I saw myself laughing, because there was a shot of Ed and I together and Mary was right in back of us. My head turned from the camera and I saw myself laughing, because Mary was absolutely brilliant in that thing.

The passing of the years awakens in our hearts the cry for permanence.

Hardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly placed before the reader; it is either shunned, given a Periclean funeral oration in a hundred and fifty words, or interred in the potter's field of the newspapers back pages.

No American is prepared to attend his own funeral without the services of highly skilled cosmeticians. Part of the American dream, after all, is to live long and die young.

Secular humanists can sit around and talk about their love of humanity, but it doesn't stack up against a two-millennium-old funeral high mass.

A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.

The big debate right now is if Saddam is alive or dead. He's dead, then he's alive, then dead, then alive. It's just confusing. Today they showed videotape, and Saddam was speaking at his own funeral.

Death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

Depressions may bring people closer to the church but so do funerals.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

Fame is an undertaker that pays but little attention to the living, but bedizens the dead, furnishes out their funerals, and follows them to the grave

... the introduction of the doctrine of polygamy was the first time in my life that I desired the grave, and I could hardly get over it for a long time. And when I saw a funeral, I felt to envy the corpse its situation.

We usually meet all of our relatives only at funerals where somebody always observes: "Too bad we can't get together more often".

Before you judge me as some kind of 'anything goes' language heathen, let me just say that I'm not against usage standards. I don't violate them when I want to sound like an educated person, for the same reason I don't wear a bikini to a funeral when I want to look like a respectful person. There are social conventions for the way we do lots of things, and it is to everyone's benefit to be familiar with them. But logic ain't got nothin' to do with it.

Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us.

I used to sing at funeral homes for families that didn't have a vocalist. I didn't get paid. I needed to sing.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

I've been to many funerals of funny people, and they're some of the funniest days you'll ever have, because the emotions run high.

It's my policy not to review funerals.

My grandfather was a very insignificant man, actually. At his funeral his hearse followed the other cars.

It's often said that life is strange. But compared to what?

The chief mourner does not always attend the funeral.