David Hume Quotes

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

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

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.

It is very painful to talk about my dear friend Rishi Kapoor in 'past tense.'

Every year I do a song for my homeboy Valley, who passed away from a heart attack.

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.

Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.

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

We die as often as we lose a friend.

William Holden and I weren't just good friends. He was my very best friend. I feel his loss very much still.

It's very inconvenient because every time I finish, let's say, a chapter of a book, I think I'm going to ring Richard and then realize: Oh, Christ, I've buried him. I buried him last year.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

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.

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.

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

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

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

I picked up the writing on the very day he died. It was the only consolation I could find.

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

Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.

Prodigy was definitely family... It definitely sucks not to have him here.

When you lose someone, their memory lives on.

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1

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