How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
I think dead humans rising from their graves with little to no sense of who they were in their past lives to mindlessly roam the earth consigning others to the same fate would be a bit depressing.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.
Tradition demands that we not speak poorly of the dead.
No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.
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.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.