61 Quotes About Eulogy

It is our natural and moral duty as consumers of other living things to someday die.

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:The parish of rich women, physical decay,Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,For poetry makes nothing happen: it survivesIn the valley of its making where executivesWould never want to tamper, flows on southFrom ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,A way of happening, a mouth.

We lose a significant portion of our lives attending ceremonies for people who have lost theirs.

Those who died quietly asleep are not less dead than those who were killed awake by bombs.

We are all our own bodies’ visitors.

A eulogy is a life lived with a loved one or friend condensed into a few moments relating poignant and witty stories about them to a hushed congregation. The deceased has then an eternity to ponder the remarks with the possibility of spectral visitations to request a retraction.

But this is where literature’s failing comes to the fore: it can describe, document and eulogize this loss, but can never intervene materially. This is what architecture can do, precisely because it cannot afford to linger over loss.

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.

Nothing can save you from hate, empty all your treasures and give it to people and one out of the multitudes will curse you, so live your life to please yourself and not others.