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

If you can talk, you can write.

Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.

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.

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

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

I have just returned from visiting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world!

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Men use thought only as authority for their injustice, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts.

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 wasn’t a kid growing up thinking, ‚One day I’ll get an Oscar and make a speech.‘ That wasn’t on my mind.

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.

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

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

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.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

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

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

People are always coming up to me and saying, ‚I heard your dad’s speech, and it’s really great.‘ And they’ll mention some place I didn’t even know my dad was going to.

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.

My wife is already in Heaven.

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

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

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.

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.

Silence is safer than speech.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

They’ve got this crazy actor who’s 82 years old up there in a suit. I was a mayor, and they’re probably thinking I know how to give a speech, but even when I was mayor I never gave speeches. I gave talks.

My name can’t be that tough to pronounce!

I delayed my father’s funeral because of cricket.

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

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

For me, often, there’s such a cloud of melancholia about knowing I’m going to have to leave my daughter on her own. I don’t know what age that is going to be, thank God. It just doubles me up in grief.

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

After the chaos and carnage of September 11th, it is not enough to serve our enemies with legal papers.

Purity of speech, of the mind, of the senses, and of a compassionate heart are needed by one who desires to rise to the divine platform.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.

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.

God knows what we are going through when we grieve, and He wants to assure us of His love and concern. He also wants us to turn to Him and bring our heartaches and burdens to Him.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

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

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.

Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.

The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation’s history. I mean in this century’s history. But we all lived in this century. I didn’t live in this century.

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

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.

My mum passing away wasn’t funny, but that funeral and what I went through, the things that happened, looking back at it, there were funny moments. You have to be strong enough to look back at it, to sit and assess the situation.

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

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.

How I love David Bowie.

I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of 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.

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.

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.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it’s like they didn’t fade away at all.

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