Quotes About Remembrance

Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

Najbolje fotografije uvijek ostanu nesnimljene. To je u redu. Ne treba sve završiti na fotografiji. Ono što je najvažnije treba da ostane u sje?anju.

On se souvient de rien, et puisqu'on oublie tout, rien c'est bien mieux que tout.

I have read of the great wars of ages past, and men slaughtered by the tens of thousands. And we give but fleeting consideration to their deaths, for it is our nature to banish such thoughts.

What's the harm in forgetting? What does remembering do? Kugel had read that the war in the Balkans was referred to as the War of the Grandmothers; that after 50 years of peace, it was the grandmothers who reminded their offspring to hate each other, the grandmothers who reminded them of past atrocities, of indignities long gone. Never forget! shouted the grandmothers. So their grandchildren remembered, and their grandchildren died.

But what had lasting significance were not the miracles themselves but Jesus' love. Jesus raised his friend Lazarus from the dead, and a few years later, Lazarus died again. Jesus healed the sick, but eventually caught some other disease. He fed the ten thousands, and the next day they were hungry again. But we remember his love. It wasn't that Jesus healed a leper but that he touched a leper, because no one touched lepers.

We so seldom understand each other. But if understanding is neither here nor there, and the universe is infinite, then understand that no matter where we go we will always be smack dab in the middle of nowhere. All we can do is share some piece of ourselves, and hope that it's remembered. Hope that we meant something to someone

Helena and me with angel wings, spreading from one end of the paper to the other, and under our wings are thirteen faces. Max, Dr. Schillinger, Dziusia. Siunek and Old Hirsch. Malwina Bessermann with Cesia and Janek. Monek and Sala, Henek and Danuta, and Jan Dorlich.

We cried. The bones and dust of our fathers cried with us.

As long as we draw breath, we owe it to the ones we loved and lost to live out our lives without wasting them on regrets.

Nothing passes. Everything stays with you. Everything makes it's mark.

And some day well remember so much that well build the biggest goddam steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

History takes time. History makes memory.

I lose things all the time. I used to lose my license all the time before I put a place in my car for it.

their histories remain.

His death was the first time that Ed Wynn ever made anyone sad.

What's fame, after all? It can be what someone writes on your tombstone.

The day history will die and lose its essence with time, memories will not only die, but they shall also surely be forgotten with time!

If I'm not around I hope you'll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

We spend our lives in the attempt to capture memory forever

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.