Horace Quotes

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?

When I die, remember that what you knew of me is with you always. What is buried is only the shell of what was. Do not regret the shell, but remember the man. Remember the father.

Will you remember me when I'm gone?

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

You hope people are going to be listening to you after you're gone. And they like you better after you're gone.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.

It's not whether you win or lose, it's how many people remember you when you die.

Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

Posthumous reputations have little to do with real lives.

It's funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life.

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Once, I went speeding past an old couple and smiled as I imagined their conversation: him grumbling about me and her telling him not to be such an old grouch. Then, suddenly I was in tears, thinking, 'I'll never get to be a grumpy old grandpa!'

I miss all of my old friends who have passed away. Sometimes you just don't understand why they were taken so soon. I loved and miss Johnny Cash. I miss my old buddy Johnny Paycheck, who happens to be buried in an area of the cemetery that I bought for my family.

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.

Just remember, that whatever your write about me, I was a man.

I'm 78. We've lost a lot of our great stars. I can't hang out with those who aren't here. The phone service to Heaven is so bad, you know. But I get to visit with their memories.

When you lose someone, their memory lives on.

Everyone dies, and I am not, you know, I don't believe in the Homeric idea that, you know, immortality comes by, you know, having odes sung about you over the centuries, you know?