Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly completely successfully or just completely the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.

The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life in living life happily as it should be lived. Living for the moment.

Death is really a great blessing for humanity without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.

He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.

There is no lonelier man in death except the suicide than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

I have mostly been terrified of listening to scary stories around a campfire. We camp a lot as a family and at night my dad would try and tell us scary stories. This made eating s'mores difficult. The story would start with something like... 'and the old man who lived in these woods...' I would then run back into the camper terrified.

Dad worked his entire career as an aviation technician. Mom was a legal secretary who became a teacher. We lived a simple American life.

My dad was born in Chicago in 1908... his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children - in the backroom all together - and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.

My dad's era believed that there was something noble in being a good guy - the kind of guy that lived straight and narrow told the truth and stood up for what he believed was right.

I'm one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.

Being an only child I didn't have any other family but my mom and dad really since the rest of my family lived quite far away from London.

Right now it hasn't affected my music other than the fact that I don't have time to write any of it. That's no different from when I first started and I lived at home. I would play the guitar in the afternoon and then my mom or my dad would come home and I'd have to quit.

My dad lived till he was 78 my mum was in her 80s and I've got two uncles who are in their 90s now.

I found myself very lost after 'The Partridge Family ' and I lost my dad and I lost my manager and I lived in a bubble and it took me 15 years to get through that and a lot of psychotherapy and I'm laughing about it now!

My parents moved to American Samoa when I was three or four years old. My dad was principal of a high school there. It was idyllic for a kid. I had a whole island for a backyard. I lived there until I was eight years old and we moved to Santa Barbara.

My dad had this rock hard body and would work 12- to 13-hour days. The guys he worked with were scrap-iron guys. Nobody on that road crew had read a book in 10 years but there was something about the way they lived I really admired.

Within our culture every school has a swimming pool. We lived on the coast. People swam in the surf. It's a very sporty nation and at that particular time anyone who had an artistic bent was very much an outsider. So if you liked reading or ideas or playing the piano then your dad viewed you as a sissy basically.

I feel like I've lived quite a sheltered life like my mom and dad were quite protective of me.

My mother and dad were big animal lovers too. I just don't know how I would have lived without animals around me. I'm fascinated by them - both domestic pets and the wild community. They just are the most interesting things in the world to me and it's made such a difference in my lifetime.

I shouldn't have got married. My dad told me. I was 35 and I got married. He said 'You're too young to be married'. 'What? I'm 35'. Said 'You're far too young. You haven't lived yet'. He was right bless him thanks Dad.

I wish we lived in a society that made it safe and provided the courage for everyone to come out.