Quotes About Remembrance

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another's heart.

When someone that you love dies..it's like fireworks suddenly burning out in the sky and everything going black.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Amongst the friends of Allah (Awliya), the Qur'an is considered as a love letter from Allah, which inevitably is read continuously to remind them of their Beloved.

The cross reminds us that there is no true love without suffering, there is no gift of life without pain.

The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

I've always love how food preserves a memory.

As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.

We love a genius for what he leaves and mourn him for what he takes away

The only thing of importance, when we depart, will be the traces of love we have left behind.

Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You.

A dead love never dies.

We stand in black to watch this rite performed, the body in the box, the box in the hole, the dirt on the box.

When I'm gone, I want to be missed

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

She does not want to feel even the faintest temptation to call his mobile number, as she had done obsessively for the first year after his death so she could hear his voice on the answering service. Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.

Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else.

It was only when I followed Dad into our house and saw the empty chair that I was able to convince myself it was true. I would never see him again, never feel that curved old back under my fingertips as I hugged him, never again make him a cup of tea or interpret his silent words or joke with him about cheating at Sudoku.

Aprendemos a conviver com a perda, com as pessoas que nos deixam. Porque elas permanecem conosco, mesmo não estando vivas, mesmo não respirando mais.

I can't delete my brother's voice mail message. I have a little listen to his voice when I feel like I'm going to forget what he sounds like.

None of us moves on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost.

With the perspective afforded by the passage of time, where does 9/11 rank as a turning point in our national history? For the victims and their families, innocents going about their lives, suddenly and brutally murdered, no other day can ever matter as much.