Michael Bloomberg Quotes

We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley and city that he has changed in the few years of his life, because he is the Republic, he is our light, and I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here. I love you, always.

One last toast, to our friend, Owen Hart. We'll never forget you, buddy.

MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver,And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them,And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

A remembrance can mean nothing to the one remembered; it can only remind the ones left behind how little they did while you were still alive.

Steve Sanders lives on in our hearts and in our minds.

A friend of mine said to me a year ago, "You're so lucky, Nancy, because Ronnie left you the library," She said, "You have that to work on, and to go to, and, in a sense, to be with him." I had never thought of it like that, but it's true. I go to the library or work for the library all the time, because it's Ronnie. I'm working for Ronnie.

The CD is dedicated to our dog Nell, who passed away last year.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

The best way to honor someone who has passed is to live.

In my seaside town, there is a plethora of benches, each one bearing a little brass plate commemorating a deceased occupant. You sit with ghosts.

Our dad was a great guy and we will never forget him.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

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

A holiday is when you celebrate something that's all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there's nothing left to celebrate but the dead.

I've seen the video played over and over, and it replays in my head constantly. To be able to walk in his exact footsteps is an extremely huge honor, and I did this for him as much as I did it for my family to get some closure too.

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.