Mark McGwire Quotes

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

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

I wrote 'All You Could Ask For' to honor a friend, Heidi Armitage, who left us much too soon in 2009 at the age of 43.

I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.

I have my name Cory on my left arm, and I have my mom's name on my right with a cross. She passed away while I was still in high school, so I got that on my right arm.

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.

Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives... You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side now here in this country of ours... You, the mothers, who sent your sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they have become our sons as well.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

I do my best to make every word from my pen a cry from the heart for the souls of the dead.

You don't just let a guy drop off the earth and not come together with everybody who knew him and loved him and respected him. You try to do it the right way.

The loss of my father will always sting. But now, everything that I do is in honor of him and celebrates his life.

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

Whenever someone dies everyone says, I love that guy, except for Jeffrey Dahmer.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

We treated all of the dead with dignity.

I always take photographs when I attend a funeral. Most people there know who I am and expect me to be there with my camera.

The reason so many people turned up at his funeral is that they wanted to make sure he was dead.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom for me.'

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

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

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.

I think the saddest moment in my life just happened two months ago. My old nightclub partner passed away, Phil Erickson down in Atlanta. He - I owe him everything. He put me in the business and taught me about everything I know.

I have seen lonely people of advancing age, yet as constant as angels, keeping faith to those they loved who fell in wars that current generations, not having known them, cannot even forget. The sight of them moving hesitantly among the tablets and crosses is enough to break your heart.

Words do not pay for my dead people.