Quotes About Tribute

We remember Kurt for what he was: caring, generous and sweet.

This monument is going to be built as a symbol.

As a privileged survivor of the First World War, I hope I may be allowed to interject here a deeply felt tribute to those who were not fortunate enough to succeed, but who shared the signal honor of trying to the last to salvage peace.

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, Lilies and laurels over them we lay, And violets o'er each unforgotten head.

I think What Dreams May Come is the most important (read effective) book I've written. It has caused a number of readers to lose their fear of death the finest tribute any writer could receive. ... Somewhere In Time is my favorite novel.

There is also a thirty-ton monument to him in the "Champions of Justice" Gallery in Oakland, California, along with Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

We owe uniqueness to our dead at the very least

I turned and faced the Olympians. We need a shroud, I announced, my voice cracking. A shroud for the son of Hermes.

We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.

Much good may honour do them when they're dead

Kate DiCamillo

Poetry was nothing but words to say over a grave, something to throw into a hole in the ground.

It was a tribute to my ability to present an image so at variance with what I felt that few noticed I was in any way different.

A woman would always prefer to be remembered than forgotten.

A million people lined the route, according to the television commentary. The coffin was taken from the White House to St. Matthew's Cathedral, where there was a mass. At twelve noon there was a five-minute silence, and traffic stopped all over America. The cameras showed crowds standing silent on city streets.

I know there were many prayers of thanks offered up at that quiet moment. "Let us pause also in tribute to those who have preceded us, whether to victory or failure," I spoke into the microphone, "and in our earnest hope for world peace." I glanced at Jenks and took a deep breath. "Now stand by. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Mark! 2315 Eastern Daylight Savings Time,August 3, 1958. For the U.S. A. and the U.S.Navy—the North Pole!

A morsel for a monarch.

He shall have a noble memory.

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

Whatever happened I would not, I dared not, become a hostage to grief. Anthony had been my sweet companion for seventeen years, but grieving for myself because he had died was neither tribute nor benefit to him and should not become the purpose or the focus of my existence. …If I allowed this, the power of death would not only have claimed Anthony in the grave but would also seize me – prematurely, or without sufficient pretext.

I feel that I owe my life to them and I set out to write a book that reflects this, reflects the debt I owe them, and does them honor.

Jealousy is the tribute which mediocrity pays to genius.

Even the smallest act of service, the simplest act of kindness, is a way to honor those we lost, a way to reclaim that spirit of unity that followed 9/11.

To me, there was no better drummer than Jeff Porcaro. His musicianship and kindness to me will never be forgotten. Our loss is heaven's gain