Quotes About Memory

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

...all the horrors of war are soon forgotten in the pomp and circumstance of show and parade.

In the German tongue, in the Polish townScraped flat by the rollerOf wars, wars, wars ...

Four men killed that day. The phrase sat up in Willie's head like a rat and made a nest for itself there

...the experience of battle forever divides those who talk of nothing else but its prospect from those who talk of everything else but its memory.

All wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory.

You never really get the smell of burning flesh out of your nose entirely, no matter how long you live.

..there was a moment when the living room vanished and I saw a great, mushroom-shaped cloud rising into a blue sky. I saw it quite distinctly.

War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost.

People who spent the war in prison camps have written a lot of books about what a bad time they had, she said quietly, staring into the embers. they don't know what it was like, not being in a camp.

When time furtively slips like sand through the fingers and our memory becomes tired and lazy, we recognize we are at war. We are at war with forgetfulness. ("The past was her best friend" )

We were still young enough to remember the cubist architecture of the piles of corpses we had seen during the war.

And in the end, really, there's nothing much to say about a true war story, except maybe "Oh.

In Britain and Europe, no event is less forgotten than World War I, or 'The Great War, ' as it was called until 1939.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

All I remember about my wedding day in 1967 is that the Cubs lost a double-header.

That should be the anti-speeding advert. It should be footage of Richard Hammond trying to remember his own wedding day.

Each wedding picture was less of a memento than a scar. Proof of some horror movie scenario Katherine Kenton has survived.

She would grace his home with her charm and beauty and she would make his bed joyous, all without ever having to shame his hearth with another man's memory of her shamelessness.

In 1966, I bought my parents a carriage clock for their silver wedding anniversary. It was last wound 30 years later, in December 1996, the month my father died.

The first step in the acquisition of wisdom is silence, the second listening, the third memory, the fourth practice, the fifth teaching others.

Without memory, there is no healing. Without forgiveness, there is no future.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.