Quotes About Remembrance

Well, they took the neck bones down from the Royal Oaks tree. Rest of the bones they separated from the chains on the ground. And they carried them back to Tangierneck for a decent funeral. Then laid them to rest in Cleveland's Field. All Ol Jefferson could say was, "Did him the same way they did Bard Tom. Same way they did his father.

In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death. ?

There are no memories, just artifacts. And they're all lying.

In this way I can mourn him without having to think about him.

The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.

I see it as my job to mourn him until the day I die.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Or were those trifles all you had? Oughtn't you, precisely, to preserve them? To make little crystal drops of them, that you could keep, like charms on a bracelet, to tell against danger when next it came?

All night I sat there with the body of my brother and did not sleep. I vowed that someday I would go back and kill the wild dogs in the cave. I would kill all of them. I thought of how I would do it, but mostly I thought of Ramo, my brother.

Who will speak my name so I might taste eternity if no one knows i ever drew breath?

After a week, it's better. I miss her. I mourn her. But some peace has returned. She had been so unattainable - so young, so much a citizen of a different era - that it is hard to feel fully deprived.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

We are at the mercy of time, and for all the ways we are remembered, a sea of things will be lost. But how much is contained in what lingers!

Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.

We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.

People come up to me all the time who saw Dad in 'Oklahoma!' or 'Pajama Game,' and they say they'll never forget it.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

Every memorial in its time has a different goal.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

My memory was never loaded with anything but blank cartridges.