And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.
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As she came up to the arch Elizabeth saw with a start that it was written on. She went closer. She peered at the stone. There were names on it. Every grain of the surface had been carved with British names; their chiselled capitals rose from the level of her ankles to the height of the great arch itself; on every surface of every column as far as her eyes eyes could see there were names teeming, reeling, over surfaces of yards, of hundreds of yards, over furlongs of stone. She moved through the space beneath the arch where the man was sweeping. She found the other pillas identically marked, their faces obliterated on all sides by the names that were carved on them. 'Who are these, these ...?; She gestured with her hand.' 'These?' The man with the brush sounded surprised. 'The lost.' 'Men who died in battle?' 'No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in cemetries.' 'These are just the ... unfound?' She looked at the vault above her head and then around in panic at the endless writing, as though the surface of the sky had been papered in footnotes. When she could speak again, she said, 'from the whole war?' The man shook his head. 'Just these fields.' He gestured with his arm. Elizabeth went and sat on the steps on the other side of the monument. Beneath her was a formal garden with some rows of white headstones, each with a tended plant or flower at its base, each cleaned and beautiful in the weak winter sunlight. 'Nobody told me.' She ran her fingers with their red-painted nails back through her thick dark hair. 'My God, nobody told me.
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Here lies Jan Smith, wife of Thomas Smith, marble Cutter. This monument was erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory and a specimen of his work. Monuments of this same style are two hundred and fifty dollars.
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If I have done any deed worthy of remembrance, that deed will be my monument. If not, no monument can preserve my memory.
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David I do not, for one, think that the problem was that the band was down. I think that the problem *may* have been, that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being *crushed* by a *dwarf*. Alright That tended to understate the hugeness of the object.
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After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.
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Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.
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I've never seen a monument erected for a pessimist.
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We're doing everything in our power to make sure all the names are spelled correctly. We have up to eight weeks before they deliver the monument from Vermont to make any corrections in the spellings.
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Nothing average ever stood as a monument to progress. When progress is for a partner it doesn't turn to those who believe that they are only average. It turns instead to those who are forever searching and striving to become the best they possibly can. If we seek the average level, we cannot hope to achieve a higher level of success. Our only hope is to avoid being a failure.
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If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.
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This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand, all bent on one thing: destruction.
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Death comes to all But great achievements raise a monument Which shall endure until the sun grows old.
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The monument of death will outlast the memory of the dead. The Pyramids do not tell the tale which was confided to them; the living fact comme...
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A man working is a symbol of mankind at its best. It is a monument of concentration, of pooling knowledge and experience, of fitting facts and figures, towards the creation of usefulness.
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Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
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I would hope they would be marked, and that a sign would be put up or a monument saying where those people are because they were people after all and they are here somewhere.
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There is no monument dedicated to the memory of a committee.
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Live a life as a monument to your soul.
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I see no comfort in outliving one's friends, and remaining a mere monument of the times which are past.
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I will destroy everything! I will create a monument to non-existence!'
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Death comes to all But great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
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It is remarkable that the dead lie everywhere under stones.... Why should the monument be so much more enduring than the fame which it is desi...
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