Quotes About Remembrance

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol (the seeker of small wisdoms: Where do old birds go to die? Why don't dead ones fall like stones from the sky?

Something about Tilo's new home reminded Musa of the story of Mumtaz Afzal Malik, the young taxi driver whom Amrik Singh had killed, whose body had been recovered from a field and delivered to his family with earth in his clenched fists and mustard flowers growing through his fingers. That story had always stayed with Musa – perhaps because of the way hope and grief were woven together in it, so tightly, so inextricably.

É curioso como às vezes a memória da morte vive por muito mais tempo que a memória da vida que ela roubou.

Emily, who loved her best friend so much she still cannot listen to the records they once enjoyed together, and it is five years already since her friend died.

hadto honor Uncle Vernon's memory.

Give me down. And give me the Polaroids of the fifty geese that had to die in the process.

The charming aspect of Christmas is the fact that it expresses good will in a cheerful, happy, benevolent, non-sacrificial way. One says: "Merry Christmas"—not "Weep and Repent." And the good will is expressed in a material, earthly form—by giving presents to one's friends, or by sending them cards in token of remembrance.

And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow. I would do anything to make this go away. I miss her terribly. I have to stop writing now because I am too sad. Love always, Charlie

And when he was lying in the ground next to her, her photographs would be thrown in the trash because her face wouldn't mean anything to anyone else. He was the last person alive who knew her and loved her.

We just want her to know that we miss her, and we think of her, and she was special.

She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow. I would do anything to make this go away. I miss her terribly. I have to stop writing now because I am too sad.

A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Farther off there was a group of four or five corpses keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot. In this place the youth felt that he was an invader. This forgotten part of the battleground was owned by the dead men, and he hurried, in the vague apprehension that one of the swollen forms would rise and tell him to begone.

Winters and Welsh simply walked toward the man, who took off. The Americans split the silverware between them. Forty-five years later, both men were still using the Berchtesgaden Hof's silverware in their homes. After getting what he most wanted out of the place, Winters then

I sometimes think the biggest price we pay for war is what might have been.

There were no ghosts. Only memory.

Dead people put on weight, it seems to me; both in their flesh and in our minds, they put on weight.

Sure. Sure you have. I never forget a face.

There's a thine line between being a hero and being a memory.

It would be one hell of an addition to someone's scrapbook. (Dark City Lights)

When we are gone, the only essential thing we will leave behind are the memories we create in the lives of those we have touched and those we love.

If you can remember me, I will be with you Today, Tomorrow and always.

The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.