Stephen King Quotes

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the ones we hated, friends and foes and kin, with no distinction among them. We have to mourn every one of them, because our memories have made them as much a part of us as our bones or our skin. If we don't, we've no right to remember anything at all.

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.

I wanted to acknowledge that life goes on but that death goes on, too. A person who is dead is a long, long story.

I've dealt with losing close ones before, and I've been around friends that have lost friends at a young age. I think it's important to think about - not necessarily death, but about life and think about where you're going and how you want to be remembered and the legacy you want to leave.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

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.

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

Death, in its silent sure march is fast gathering those whom I have longest loved, so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

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.