Quotes About Remembrance

While the light lasts I shall remember, and in the darkness I shall not forget.

O que posso fazer para afastar a lembrança dos meus olhos?

People who lose their parents when young are permanently in love with them.

I didn't tell them how hard everything was without Joshua. How much I loved him. How I would have given up everything—everything—to be with him again. Even for just one night.

This is the wonder of names. Like the press of a footprint in the snow: proof that someone has been there.

The walls were unadorned except for a tattered calendar that stopped at December 1941, when the world changed forever.

I dont know whether you've ever looked into a miner's eyes for any length of time, that is. Because it is the loveliest blue you've ever seen. I think perhaps that's why I live in Ibiza, because the blue of the Mediterranean, you see, reminds me of the blue of the eyes of those Doncaster miners.

Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.

Why do we not care to acknowledge them? The cattle, the body count. We still don't like to admit the war was even partly our fault because so many of our people died. A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It's not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember. Because you should realise the Cenotaph and the Last Post and all that stuff is concerned, there's no better way of forgetting something than by commemorating it.

War stuttered, repeated its sentences, forgot its lessons, over and over.

Well, I did go. To Auschwitz. And the warning was correct. Not because I was not permitted to describe what I had seen, but because I could not describe what I had seen. The piles of glasses. The piles of shoes. The piles of bones. The piles of human hair. I thought that I had never seen the kind of thinking that did this, that I had never seen this kind of reality. Not in movies, not in theater. Yet it was real.

I must admit, maybe I am a piece of history after all.

it's a sad world we live in when a human being leaves so little of a mark that no one even realizes it when he's gone.

Victory loses its meaning without the memory of what you've vanquished.

Better to live in the ruins of empire, I thought, and stand a hope of being remembered, than to be lost in those golden multitudes.

One of my favorites is one called 'Rory's Radio' that I wrote about my brother Jeff's best friend growing up - his name was Rory Dunigan. I dedicated my first record to my brother, who got killed in a car accident in 1999, and I really didn't have any songs on the first album about him, nothing on a personal note.

Any child who has lost a parent probably knows every single photograph in existence of that parent.

Most people, when they lose their dads, they go through a period of mourning and grieving, and time begins to heal their sadness. But we don't have the opportunity to heal. I know my brother and sister feel the same. The man was probably one of the most photographed people who ever lived.

When I die and my memories die with me, all that will remain will be thousands of yellowing photographs and 35mm negatives in my filing cabinets.

Robbie James, who was a real good friend of mine, died on the pitch at 40.

People like to come support when somebody's gone, people wanna show all the love, but they didn't wanna show the love when he was here.

Nobody wants to be nameless. Nobody wanna be forgotten.

I believe in the importance of individuality, but in the midst of grief I also find myself wanting connection - wanting to be reminded that the sadness I feel is not just mine but ours.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.