Fyodor Dostoevsky says in his novel "Poor Folk":

"Perhaps I will die soon, then no one will remember me, nor will anyone stop by my grave. Some people who knew me will say: he was a noble and good man, and some others will say: he was mean and despicable.

The page of my life will be folded from the register of existence, and no sign of my coming will remain. Life will go on after me just as it did before, nothing will change in it; the sun will rise as usual every day and set in the evening.

The only thing that will change is my absence.

And thus, I spent my entire life in anxiety and doubt, fearing what has already happened, and also what is about to happen, forgetting myself and remaining entangled in the words of others."