Quotes About Remembrance

I don't have many particular beliefs, but I do believe in people who we've lost. I'll speak to Owen Hart; he was a big influence on me as a young wrestler, and when he passed, I felt a great sense of loss. Ever since then, I just talk to Owen Hart before every match, and I ask him to be with me and make sure I don't get hurt.

I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.

If you should see her,' said Glinda lightly, 'tell her I miss her still.

I tell the parents that those who passed away remind us that we will all die, and to remember this fact; they gave their lives to remind us to live!

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la peine Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère L'automne est morte souviens-t'en Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre Odeur du temps brin de bruyère Et souviens-toi que je t'attends

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.

He reproached himself with forgetting Emma, as if, all his thoughts belonging to this woman, it was robbing her of something not to be constantly thinking of her.

No daleko od toga, pam?enje zaboravlja, a slika blijedi, dok tvrdoglavi bol ostaje u vama. I samo da bih je do?arao, napisao sam sve ovo dosada, nadaju?i se da ?e mi rije?i pomo?i da je oživim; nisam uspio, ja pamtim mnogo više od onoga što sam o tom rekao.

Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions.

But the ship swept on, and the dusk hushed the hum of the day, and the first stars above blinked answers to the early fireflies on the banks as that jungle fell far behind, leaving only its fragrance as a memory that it had been.

all which is forgotten need not necessarily be dead

Death would be a boon if only it could blot out the memories.

Bellek baz? an?lar? unutmakla, bazen çok merhamet gösterir.

These men suffered enough for a hundred lifetimes, and no one in this country should be allowed to forget it.

We can no more master the past than we can undo it. But we can reconcile ourselves to it. The form for this is the lament, which arises out of all recollection.

The holes of oblivion do not exist. Nothing human is that perfect, and there are simply too many people in the world to make oblivion possible. One man will always be left alive to tell the story.

In the eyes of the Jews, thinking exclusively in terms of their own history, the catastrophe that had befallen them under Hitler, in which a third of the people perished, appeared not as the most recent of crimes, the unprecedented crime of genocide, but, on the contrary, as the oldest crime they knew and remembered.

Facts need testimony to be remembered and trustworthy witnesses to be established in order to find a secure dwelling place in the domain of human affairs.

Through remembrance man discovers this twofold "before" of human existence . . . . This is the reason why the return to one's origin (redire ad creatorem) can at the same time be understood as an anticipating reference to one's end.

Augustine arrives at "the camps and vast palaces of memory."11 There he finds the notion of the "happy life," which is his origin and as such the quintessence of his being. The absolute future turns out to be the ultimate past and the way to reach it is through remembrance.

There are stars whose radiance is visible on Earth though they have long been extinct. There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world even though they are no longer among the living. These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark. They light the way for humankind.

The Harelip had taken off her heavy shawl and draped it over a headstone. The grave was tilted and covered with moss, the name worn away by the weather. The person underneath had been forgotten and was no longer mourned by the world. But for a moment, Ren thought, the small black slate looked warmed, and grateful for being chosen.