I’m always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I’m listening to it.

Before I speak, I have something important to say.

I always bring out the best in men I fight, but Joe Frazier, I’ll tell the world right now, brings out the best in me. I’m gonna tell ya, that’s one helluva man, and God bless him.

All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin. And therefore, as a free man, I take pride in the words ‚Ich bin ein Berliner!‘

There’s a reason why the Foo Fighters don’t blast out Nirvana songs every night: because we have a lot of respect for them. You know, that’s hallowed ground. We have to be careful. We have to tread lightly. We have talked about it before, but the opportunity hasn’t really come up, or it just hasn’t felt right.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

Silence is safer than speech.

Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.

From my earliest childhood, my attention was specially directed to the subject of acoustics, and specially to the subject of speech, and I was urged by my father to study everything relating to these subjects, as they would have an important bearing upon what was to be my professional work.

Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

Mine is only one of the millions of hearts broken over the death of Whitney Houston, I will always be grateful and in awe of the wonderful performance she did on my song, and I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, ‚Whitney, I will always love you. You will be missed.‘

One and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent, e.g., music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf.

On one of the SpaceX flights, we had a secret payload: a wheel of cheese. We flew to orbit and brought it back, so it was the world’s first ‚space cheese.‘ It was, in part, a tribute to Monty Python.

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?

I don’t say very much I don’t really think through. I know that sounds inconsistent with Joe Biden.

My name can’t be that tough to pronounce!

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

I hope that tomorrow we can all, wherever we are, join in expressing our grief at Diana’s loss, and gratitude for her all-too-short life. It is a chance to show to the whole world the British nation united in grief and respect.

Discretion of speech is more than eloquence, and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words, or in good order.

It is rather for us here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion.

I can honestly say, after talking about my mom passing away, I got the biggest weight off of my chest. Comedy is my therapy. That’s how I deal with my problems, my personal battles. I talk about it. I give it to my fans. When they laugh at it, it’s a release, for lack of a better word.

For my name and memory I leave to men’s charitable speeches, and to foreign nations and the next ages.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

The ideals and principles for which Dr King fought have never been forgotten and are as relevant today as they were 40 years ago.

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

The loss of a child is my greatest nightmare.

Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.

I can hear you, the rest of the world can hear you and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon.

There are two things that are more difficult than making an after-dinner speech: climbing a wall which is leaning toward you and kissing a girl who is leaning away from you.

I can promise you that when I go to Sacramento, I will pump up Sacramento.

Brevity is the best recommendation of speech, whether in a senator or an orator.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

If you carefully consider what you want to be said of you in the funeral experience, you will find your definition of success.

Every loss of life is terrible.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.

She had lost the art of conversation but not, unfortunately, the power of speech.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

I think that what happens when you lose a parent, where you lose – you drop into a different kind of serious.

Over the years I’ve seen people lose a spouse and then withdraw and lose interest in life, and I believe we need to resist that.

I stand here before you not as a prophet, but as a humble servant of you, the people.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

You never get over losses. I’ve never gotten over one loss I’ve had in my career. They always stick with me.

I just always wanted to study human behavior because every psychologist that I would talk to would tell me I was bipolar, and I know I’m not bipolar, so I had to perform a psychoanalysis on myself to find out that I have unresolved grief.

No one who knew Diana will ever forget her. Millions of others who never met her, but felt they knew her, will remember her.

A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.

I’ve lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That’s the most terrible thing about being an author – standing there at your mother’s funeral, but you don’t switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

The Bible says that as Christians we don’t grieve the same way people do who have no hope of eternity and of Heaven – but we still grieve.

The devastating punch we took on September 11th still reverberates throughout American society.

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.