Quotes About Remembrance

Not the shape of one I loved. The ashes of a ghost.

We have only a little time to please the living, But all eternity to love the dead.

The girl made an impression on me, and I forgot her; the other made no impression, and her I can remember.

My mother always told me that as you go through life, no matter what you do, or how you do it, you leave a little footprint, and that's your legacy.

I don't care if someone remembered me. Life is for living and memories for those who we leave behind.

The popularity of an individual in life often only manifests itself in death.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

The flames of our memories keep us alive!

Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices.

I hold the memories of you in my heart.

Some of us will be long forgotten before we are even dead. Most will never be remembered at all, not even by family.

The fear of not being remembered is a dangerous thing.

Because in the end, we die. It's like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: 'in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.

Your achievements die with you.Your deeds live on as your legacy!

You are whatever you shall leave behind when you leave life!

Great books live longer than people.They are gonna bury us all.

Everyone for whom I would have cried has already died.

Preserving the memories so others will remember... â"¢

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bonesLie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of oldWhen all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stonesForget not.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

How bitter is lovelessness both to suffer and to inflict. More than anything I have dreaded the despair of its remembrance and the threat of its repeat.

granite because that's what tombstones are made of.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. "Ode of Remembrance" Lawrence Binyon

For as much as I hate the cemetery, I've been grateful it's here, too. I miss my wife. It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her in all the places where she was alive.