Quotes About Remembrance

Rowankit was the sweetest of all my kits," Dovewing was saying, her voice hoarse. "While his littermate was eager to play, eager to explore the camp, Rowankit was always content to be snuggled up to my belly." Dovewing blinked. "I know I'll still reach for him in my sleep. I just can't believe he's gone.

Fallen Leaves nodded. "Go well," he murmured. "I will never forget you, Hollyleaf.

I have purred? Guilt ripped her belly. It's like I'm already forgetting him.

The great men of earth are the shadowy men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts.

Your fingers smell of incense—a lover sings to the corpse of his dead sweetheart.

it. Oh, crap. He'd forgotten all about Ellen, but

I had two family members involved in World War I: two great-uncles. One of them is on a memorial in France. And the other was a trench runner who survived the war. The average life span of a trench runner was 36 hours, but he survived the whole war.

And through all that dreadful darkness she had remembered him. He who loved her. He who still loved her. Who would always love her.

If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rottin', either write things width reading or do things worth writing.

Like most Southerners, I visit battlefields. Southerners will visit almost any battlefield anywhere, but we are especially fond of the Civil War scenes because we know who fought where and how they did their fighting.

the enduring human need to be remembered.

Ah, God, I trod them down where I have trod, And they remain, and they remain, Etched in unutterable pain, Loved lips and faces now apart, That once were closer than my heart-- In agony, in agony, And horribly a part of me....

For Lethe is for no man set, And in Hell may no man forget.

Doth nought return-- Only a spear and sword, and ashes in an urn! For Ares, lord of strife, Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold, War's money-changer, giving dust for gold, Sends back, to hearts that held them dear, Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear, Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul; Yea, fills the light urn full With what survived the flame-- Death's dusty measure of a hero's frame!

Confederate monuments belong in museums where we can study and reflect on that terrible history, not in places of honor across our state.

You don't always get to send your regards, or anything. You're just gone. That's the way it is. It's shocking and it's over and you're gone. That's the way you hear about people, isn't it? You just hear, 'They're gone. They're dead. You'll never see them again.'

Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.

I have my cousin's jacket from when he was at war in Iraq. He never came home. It's incredible to have something that is so personal but that I also feel relatively comfortable wearing.

In China, the dead are not forgotten - my relatives cheerfully pointed out all the niches of deceased friends and family, as if gesturing at the homes of the living.

Never, ever forget history.

You can't erase history.

If you forget your history, you forget who you are.

There is nothing that compares to the Holocaust.

The Holocaust was the most evil crime ever committed.