Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

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

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

I know if I were to drop dead now, people would probably write nice things in the obit.

I am not concerned about my posthumous fame. Monuments are no good to the dead.

Oh, you know, your legacy's all you're gonna be remembered by.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

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

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

Posthumous reputations have little to do with real lives.

I hope when I'm dead I'll be considered an icon, though.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

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

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead, you're made for life.

I've had a wonderful life. What people are going to write about me 10 years after I'm dead - who cares?

I don't care much whether people remember me or not. If people remember, well and good. If they don't remember, it's alright - I'm dead anyway.

I want to be remembered.

I would just like to be remembered.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

Posthumous fame is a plant of tardy growth, for our body must be the seed of it; or we may liken it to a torch, which nothing but the last spark of life can light up; or we may compare it to the trumpet of the archangel, for it is blown over the dead; but unlike that awful blast, it is of earth, not of heaven, and can neither rouse nor raise us.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you’re alive - or praising you after you ain’t.

Once you're dead, you're made for life.

I know not whether, in the eyes of the world, a brilliant death is not preferred to an obscure life of rectitude. Most men are remembered as they died, and not as they lived. We gaze with admiration upon the glories of the setting sun, yet scarcely bestow a passing glance upon its noonday splendor.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

It is more reasonable to wish for reputation while it may be enjoyed, as Anacreon calls upon his companions to give him for present use the wine and garlands which they propose to bestow upon his tomb.