Jack Klugman Quotes

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

When someone important to you, someone that's played a big role in your life, when they're gone... When you write about them or pay tribute to them, you want to do it in a way that's thoughtful.

I'm going to miss Saroj Ji and I will cherish all the fond memories I have of her.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps.

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

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.

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

Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

One day, I was at my grandmother's house, and I found diaries that she kept as a young girl. I opened one to a page that had flowers glued inside. In her childish handwriting, my grandmother wrote, 'Pap died today. I am very sad.' The fact that this was true and that I could see the withered flowers made a huge impression on me.

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

PSH - I am genuinely shocked, saddened and speechless. A truly wonderful man, with a magical touch. My hero. Thoughts are with his family

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

I recall the night that President McKinley died. I was working at the time at a theatre in St. Louis. The oppressive feeling was in the air. I could not make the people laugh.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

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

Today we bury his remains in the earth as a seed of immortality. Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time of joyful hope and profound gratitude.

The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

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

I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.

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

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

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.

First, accept sadness. Realize that without losing, winning isn't so great.