Albert Brooks Quotes

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

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

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

When my mother died, I had to go on air that night and do jokes.

His death was the first time that Ed Wynn ever made anyone sad.

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 have a, you know, a John Ritter-shaped hole in my heart. Nobody can replace that.

I checked myself out in that funeral parlour scene. I saw myself laughing, because there was a shot of Ed and I together and Mary was right in back of us. My head turned from the camera and I saw myself laughing, because Mary was absolutely brilliant in that thing.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

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

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

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.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

One of my favorites is one called 'Rory's Radio' that I wrote about my brother Jeff's best friend growing up - his name was Rory Dunigan. I dedicated my first record to my brother, who got killed in a car accident in 1999, and I really didn't have any songs on the first album about him, nothing on a personal note.

I cried when I heard Johnny Carson died.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

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

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.

Well, my mother, I knew until I was 13. She died when I was 13.

Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our life - when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born or when we fall in love.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

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

I am deeply saddened by the death of my dear friend, Dudley Moore.

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

My brother died when he was 19, so a part of me indulges and thinks that some part of him that made him uniquely him is out there, on another plane. So inventing the fictional afterlife in 'Sing, Unburied, Sing' was a way of making that wish real.