Julian Clary Quotes

When it comes to my Uncle Jack, my father, or any other loved ones we've lost, I believe in honoring lives, not deaths.

I miss all of my old friends who have passed away. Sometimes you just don't understand why they were taken so soon. I loved and miss Johnny Cash. I miss my old buddy Johnny Paycheck, who happens to be buried in an area of the cemetery that I bought for my family.

They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind.

I think when we lose somebody, when we interact with those things that they also loved - like, you listen to their favorite music, or you read their favorite books - it's just a way to get in touch with them and your memories of them.

When you lose someone, their memory lives on.

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.'

Now more than ever, I have learned that, when people die, they truly do live throughout those who love them.

My death is incidental, and I worry very much about my loved ones and, you know, would like to make it as easy as possible for them. Or wish I could will away whatever, you know, the sadness they will feel when I die. But for me, nothing. The world goes on.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

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

Dead people don't really die. They live on within you.

My dad is never far from my thoughts. A place, a game, an incident somewhere or an unexpected word from someone can trigger a memory, which then triggers another, and suddenly I'm thinking about him, if only for a minute or two.

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

The dead have a presence.

Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

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

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

I had a wonderful family including my aunts, uncles and cousins but they've all gone to heaven.

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

I know it sounds crazy, but I have had far more connection with my parents after their deaths.