Life is a farce, and should not end with a mourning scene.
Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.
I've been to many funerals of funny people, and they're some of the funniest days you'll ever have, because the emotions run high.
I hope it's water under the bridge, but Richard Carpenter is a complicated individual, and he's also entitled to his own opinion on how his sister is depicted. The film has lived on and survived, and to me is ultimately is an affectionate celebration of Karen Carpenter. I hope that wins out in the end.
Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.
And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!
Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
A good funeral gets the dead where they need to go and the living where they need to be.
The Mexican...is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.
Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!
I've always liked monster movies and I've always been fascinated by - again, growing up in a culture where death was looked upon as a dark subject and living so close to Mexico where you see the Day of the Dead with the skeletons and it's all humor and music and dancing and a celebration of life in a way. That always felt more of a positive approach to things. I think I always responded to that more than this dark, unspoken cloud in the environment I grew up in.
Funerals...are for the living.
I teach you that there is no other aim than to live with such totality that each moment becomes a celebration. The very idea of "aim" brings future into the mind, because any aim, any end, any goal, needs future. All your goals deprive you of your present, which is the only reality you have. The future is only your imagination, and the past is just footprints left in the sands of your memory. Neither is the past real anymore, nor is the future real yet. This moment is the only reality.
Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?
As I'm lying there at my funeral I would hope to hear somebody say, “Look, he's still moving!
A funeral eulogy is a belated plea for the defense delivered after the evidence is all in.
And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.
I should like to abolish funerals; the time to mourn a person is at his birth, not his death.
When I'm dead I don't want a funeral. I want people to remember me alive.
Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.
This is the Easter message, that awakening is possible, to the goodness of God, the sacredness of human life, the sisterhood and brotherhood of all.
Modesty is not possible in performance in the Caribbean - and that's wonderful.
You have to put your character to rest after x amount of years.
Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good, Tell the homies I'm in heaven, and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.
Laughter is more sacred than prayer, dancing more spiritual than chanting mantras, loving existence more cosmic than going to a church.
