Stephanie Klein Quotes

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

The body is the one thing you have to say goodbye to. You can hold on to your memories. You can hold on to the spirit. That's part of the package that you love and the part that comforts you.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

I don't give a toss about being remembered after my death.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

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

We will all be gone one day. Not as a negative thing - as a positive thing, too, you know, and we should leave something behind ourselves.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever. It is to create something that will.

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

One only makes books in order to keep in touch with one's fellows after one has ceased to breath, and thus to defend oneself against the inexorable fate of all that lives - transitoriness and oblivion.

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

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

I don't expect to live forever, nor do I repine over that, but I am weak enough to want to be remembered forever. - Yet how few of those who have lived, even of those who have accomplished far more than I have, linger on in world memory for even a single century after death

What is important is the story. Because when we are all dust and teeth and kicked-up bits of skin - when we're dancing with our own skeletons - our words might be all that's left of us.

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived

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

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.

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