Lauren Bacall Quotes

Just before she died she asked, What is the answer? No answer came. She laughed and said, In that case, what is the question? Then she died.

My wife says that my tombstone will read, 'Here lies Mr.C, who used to be Mr.B.' So I think that's probably what I'll be remembered for.

To be or not to be. That's not really a question.

It will be written on my tombstone in very large letters, 'Here lies Hikaru Sulu,' and in very tiny letters, 'aka George Takei.' I don't protest the inevitable.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

Things happen in the way they usually should. I'm a pretty fatalistic person.

If I die tomorrow or in a year, it is the same — it is the message you leave behind you that counts.

In my mind my obituary is done.It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I'm remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters

I picture my epitaph: 'Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.

It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister. "Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line.

When they bury me in a church and chuck earth on my grave, I'd like the words 'Well, at least he tried' engraved on my tombstone.

Whether I will be remembered at all, I really don't get to choose, unless I shoot someone famous. It's not really anything I have much control over.

I want my tombstone to read: If this is a joke, I don't get it.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Maktub" (It is written.)

Nobody asked you about being born, nobody is going to ask you when the time comes for you to be taken away. Then why be worried? Birth happened to you; death will happen to you; who are you to come in between?

What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.

My epitaph? My epitaph will be, 'Curiosity did not kill this cat'.

What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer.

If it is our destiny to be hit by the train, we will be hit by the train. The only thing we can change is how the train turns us into a hamburger.

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!

[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.

Because this is the way things are meant to be.(Press Tilton)