Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.

My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then. If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us, and it outlives its personal moment. All of my work is deep-dug from me, and every book has to stand or fall without me.

Remember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

What's so noble about being dead?

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

My son even if you want to fall, at least fall where your bones can be gathered

Man's life is short; and therefore an honorable death is his immortality.

Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?

In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site.

Books are not life, only its ashes.

Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.

However different the holy causes people die for, they perhaps die basically for the same thing.

Stretched out in front of me was my time as an adult, and then a skeleton, and then nothing except perhaps a few books on a few shelves.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

When I'm laid in my coffin, I want you to put a picture of my grandchild to the right of me and and a picture of my daughter to my left. That way they will be buried with me.

The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.

When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!

He [Martin Luther King Jr.] always used to say you have no choice about being born or dying. The only thing you have a choice about is what you die for.