101 Beautiful Epitaph Examples
1. Beyond is the infinite morning of a day without tomorrow. (W.S. Abbott)
2. But in the night of death hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. (Ingeresoll)
3. Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure. (Sir Oliver Lodge)
4. Death is the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity. (Milton)
5. Dust thou art, to dust returnest, was not spoken of the soul. (Longfellow)
6. Each lonely scene shall thee restore. (William Collins)
7. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death. (Young)
8. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break. (Shakespeare)
9. He hath awakened from the dream of life. (Shelley)
10. Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound. (H. Melville)
11. Mercy to him that shows it is the rule. (Cowper)
12. Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory. (Shelley)
13. Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss. (Milton)
14. Nature’s loving proxy, the watchful mother. (Bulwer)
15. Now twilight lets her curtain down and pins it with a star. (L.M. Child)
16. Onward to thy glory! Tis always morning somewhere in the world. (R.H. Horne)
17. Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts, not amid joy. (Hemans)
18. The acts of this life are the destiny of the next. (Eastern proverb)
19. The end and the reward of toil is rest. (James Beattie)
20. The heart of him who truly loves is a paradise on earth. (Lamennais)
21. The soul that suffers is stronger than the soul that rejoices. (E. Shepard)
22. There hath pass’d away a glory from the earth. (Wordsworth)
23. There is a sweet job that comes to us through sorrow. (Spurgeon)
24. There never was night that had no morn. (D.M.N.Craik)
25. Things past belong to memory alone, things future are the property of hope. (John Home)
26. Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew. (Rudyard Kipling)
27. Tis not the whole of life to live, nor all of death to die. (J. Montgomery)
28. To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another. (Leibnitz)
29. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away. (Cant. 2:1)
30. Where there is much light, the shadows are deepest. (Goethe)
31. Yet in this heart’s most sacred place, thou, alone, shall dwell forever. (Moore)
32. Come blooming youths, as you pass by, and on these lines do cast an eyes. As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, so must you be. Prepare for death and follow me.
33. Grieve not for me my husband dear. I am not dead but sleeping here. With patience wait-perforce to die and in a short time you’ll come to I.
34. It is well with me, why dost thou weep, as thou saw thy lov’d one in his last long sleep. As thou, lingerest to gaze on my dwelling of clay forgetting my spirit in his white array.
35. Death is a debt to nature due which I have paid and so must you.
36. Though not till ninety some retire, yet monuments around declare, how vast the numbers who expire while youth and beauty promise fair.
37. Frail as the leaves that quiver on the spray, like them man flourishes, like them decays.
38. Here in the silent grave I lie. No more the scenes of life to try.
39. There is a world above where parting is unknown. A long eternity of love, formed for the good above and faith beholds the dying here, transplanted to the glorious sphere.
40. Like brilliant stars his virtues glowed, while for his lips wise counsel flowed. But when the close of life he knew, smiling he bade this world adiew.
41. To sect or party his large soul disdained to be confined. The good he loved of every name and prayed for all mankind.
42. The memory of the just are blessed.
43. Rest on thy sheaves. Thy harvest work is done.
44. Sudden he was called to go and bid adieu to all below. Sudden the vital spirit fled and he was numbered with the dead.
45. Some happy years, of happy birth, were spent by me with friends on earth. Altho I’m gone to worlds unknown, I hope to meet you all again.
46. Weep not children for your mother, she has gone far far above; far away from sin and sorrow, to the home of joy and love.
47. Our mother sleeps. When will the morning come?
48. There is no Death! What seems so is transitions: This life of mortal breath is but a supurb of the life elysian who so portal we call death.
49. Thy gentle voice now is hushed. Thy warm true heart is still and on thy young and innocent brow is resting deaths cold chill.
50. Happy infant, early blest. Rest in peaceful slumber, rest.
51. She skied, but loved the sea, yet loved her family more. Thus she quietly waits in this beautiful place for those who love the mountains and the snow.
52. Until the day break and the shadows flee away.
53. She thought of others ever, herself never. We can’t forget.
54. None knew thee but to love thee. None named thee but to praise.
55. Her soul, like a star, beacons from the abode where the eternal are.
56. Here shrined with many a sweet sad thought, that loved one’s memory lingers still.
57. While weeping o’er my silent grave, my friends believe it true, that when you’d toiled a few more days, here waits a bed for you.
58. We only know that thou has gone, and that the same relentless tide which bore thee from us, still glides on, and we who mourn thee with it.
59. She was a lady, proud and willful- yet kind and giving. Always faithful, with a joy of living. Her health was frail. But her spirit was strong. She gave her all and now she is gone. She was one of a kind.
60. Brother, first to leave our band. Life’s song as yet unsung. While gray hairs gather on our brows, thou art forever young.
61. We never lose the one we love forever. Though he’s gone, within the hearts of those who cared, his memory lingers on.
62. He is like a tree planted near running water. That yields its fruit in due fade, whatever he does prospers. (Psalm 1:3)
63. Love only knoweth whence it came and comprehendith love.
64. One by one earth’s ties are broken, as we see our love decay, and the hope so fondly cherished brighten but to pass away. One by one our hopes grow brighter as we near the shining shore, for we know across the river wait the loved ones gone before.
65. Precious darling, thou hast left us, left us yes, for ever more. But we hope to meet our loved one on that right and happy shore.
66. A precious one from us has gone. A voice we loved is stilled. A place is vacant in our home, which never can be filled.
67. No pain, no grief, no anxious fear, can reach our loved one sleeping here.
68. I take the little lamb, said he, and lay it on my breast. Protection he shall find in me and be forever blest.
69. No pain, no grief, no anxious fear can reach our darling here. They are gone from our home, but not from our heart.
70. Morning has come to him, the long eternal day shines on the hills of paradise, and thee for aye, he walks.
71. Good bye old friend, since you are gone, where will we find another, possessing all the qualities of physician, guide, and brother?
72. When will the morning come? Beneath death’s icy blast she sudden fell in the bright morn of youthful joy.
73. Here stand still, here you can read. What you are, what you were and what we are. What we should become, ashes and dust from this earth.
74. Happy the babe who privileged by fate to a shorter labour and a lighter weight. Reciv’d but yesterday the gift of breath, ordr’d tomorrow to return to death.
75. Their toils are past, their work is done and they are fully blest. They fought the fight and victory won and entered into rest.
76. The Loved are with us though they die, we think of them as in the sky. They are with us in the loneliest spot and in the greatest crowd we forget them not.
77. Don’t mourn my loss what e’re you do. My leaving brings you closer to the loved ones I have left behind and all the joys the future holds.
78. The benevolence of her heart, the sweetness of her temper, and the extraordinary endowments of her mind obtained the regard of all who knew her, and the warmest love of her intimate connections. Their grief is in proportion to their affection, they know their loss to be irreparable, but in their deepest affliction they are consoled by a firm though humble hope that her charity, devotion, faith and purity, rendered her soul acceptable in the sight of her redeemer. (Jane Austen’s grave)
79. This world to her was but a traged play, She came and saw’t, dislikt, and pass’d away.
80. Nothing can cover his high fame but heave. No pyramids set off his memories but the eternal substance of his greatness. (John Fletcher)
81. There isn’t enough darkness in the world to quench the light of one small candle.
82. Steel-true and blade-straight the great artificer made my mate.
83. For it is not right that in a house the muses haunt mourning should dwell- such things befit us not.
84. As thou art so was I. As I am so shalt thou bee. As I was so are ye, and as I am so shall ye bee.
85. Blaze of lights and music calling, Music weeping, rising, falling, Like a rare and precious diamond, His brilliance still lives on.
86. A poet is born not made.
87. Call not back the dear departed, anchored safe where storms are o’er. On the border land we left them, soon to meet and part no more.
88. When we leave this world of changes, When we leave this world of care. We shall find our missing loved one, In our father’s mansion fair.
89. Fast falls the silent tear, while oer the grave we bend. For now another pilgrim dear, has reached his journeys end.
90. This is a grave but o have care. For world wide hopes are buried there. How much of light, how much of joy is buried with a darling boy.
91. Mother thou art gone to rest. And this shall be our prayer. That when we reach our journey’s end, Thy glory we may share.
92. Farewell poor world o have done with thee. Thy smiles I count not nor thy frowns I fear. My debt is paid, my head lies peaceful here.
93. One we loved has left our number for the dark and silent tomb. Closed her eyes in deaths cold slumber. Faded in her early bloom.
94. Weep not she is not dead but sleepeth.
95. Tell not in mournful numbers. Life is but an empty dream. For the soul is dead that slumbers and things are not what they seem.
96. A mother kind, a wife so dear constant friend lies buried here. We mourn her loss while here we stay. And hope to meet in bless someday.
97. For thee we need not weep since thou art now among the blest. No more by sin or sorrow press’d. but hushed in quiet sleep.
98. How far that little candle throws his beams.
99. Farewell conflicting hopes and fears where lights and shades alternate dwell. How bright the unchanging morn appears. Farewell inconstant world farewell.
100. Lived for his fellow man and died happy.
101. Alas how changed that lovely flower that bloomed and cheered our hearts.