Quotes About Remembrance

Worse: the thought of returning to any kind of normal routine seemed disloyal, wrong. It kept being a shock every time I remembered it, a fresh slap: she was gone. Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part

Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

Ma il pensiero di lei mi affliggeva al punto che non riuscivo a dimenticarla più di quanto avrei potuto dimenticare un mal di denti.

They are not dead who live in lives they leave behind. In those whom they have blessed they live a life again.

Lincoln replied that he was more than willing to die, but that he had "done nothing to make any human being remember that he had lived, and that to connect his name with the events transpiring in his day and generation and so impress himself upon them as to link his name with something that would redound to the interest of his fellow man was what he desired to live for.

The mossy marbles rest On lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.

The mossy marbles rest On lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. Yet, beyond sharing

The only question now," he said, "is which corpse gets the most flowers.

There is now nothing left for me except to try to so live as not to dishonor the memory of those I loved who have gone before me.

Women often get dropped from memory, and then history.

You don't remember?" Sybilla said. "No. I don't suppose you do. You begged a favour of me, and once it was granted you had no reason to remember your promise. I will remind you. You said, 'I will promise anything. I will do anything you wish, to the end of my life, if you will tell me the name of the house that you know of.

Tact,' Lymond said, 'is the name you should have upon your tombstone.

Yes, and look at the corpses. Place always reminds me of that old thing in Punch, you know—'Waiter, take away Lord Whatsisname, he's been dead two days.' Look at Old Ormsby there, snoring

the deceased. You are

And let her loves, when she is dead Write this above her bones, No more she lives to give us bread Who asked her only stones.

Since Douglas died he has come to mind with astonishing frequency, which seems to be the experience of many who were close to him. His presence is still remarkably powerful nearly a year after his death, and I can't help thinking he had a hand in the amazing ease with which this book came together. I know he would have keenly wanted you to enjoy it, and I hope you will.

I once read that for every person currently alive on earth, there are nineteen dead people who have lived before us. That's not that much really. Our existence as a species on earth has been so short. We forget that.

All the great pillars of my life are crumbling. I must constantly remind myself that I am not the only grieving person in the world. And yet, the loss of Reba is a terrible cross to bear and I do not think I have the strength for it.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

The memory of a good deed lives.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

Six people were thinking of Rosemary Barton who had died nearly a year ago...

I shall, I think, remember that 11th of September all my life.

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