I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.
He who enjoys doing and enjoys what he has done is happy.
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.
A person's true wealth is the good he or she does in the world.
Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it yourself. In giving it, you will accumulate a deposit of joy greater than you ever believed possible.
How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend.
The bitterest satires and noblest eulogies on married life have come from poets.
Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it for yourself.
Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.
Shakespeare has been praised in English more than anything mortal except poetry itself. Fame exhausts thought in his eulogy.
Have you noticed that when we die, our eulogies celebrate our lives very differently from the way society defines success?
And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.
Eulogies never talk about what was on your resume. Be remembered for how you made people feel and your passions
Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.
Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.
Done to death by slanderous tongue
Yet it is the one essential, vital quality for those who seek to change a world which yields most painfully to change.
Why do we spend so much of our limited time on this earth focusing on all the things that our eulogies will never cover?
This film [Chi-Raq]is a declaration. It's a scream. It's a warning. And I can really break it down to one scene. That's the scene where we have the eulogy and sermon that is given by the great John Cusack.
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.