Quotes About Remembrance

As a volunteer for the Military History Center, he visited Arlington whenever he was in town, recovering items that had been left on headstones. With his fellow volunteers, he helped catalog the items for a database so each remembrance, no matter how small, would be preserved.

DEDICATION In memory of my dad, Nick Klist —with deepest gratitude for all the love, the courage, the laughter, and the wisdom of a lifetime. He lives in the hearts of those who loved him.

He was killed while serving in the military, during operation Desert Storm." She had only the vaguest recollection of the conflict. She had been in grade school when it was going on, and the conflict had been as remote as a space shuttle launch. Seeing the man in the picture, with his hauntingly familiar smile, suddenly made it real to her. "I'm terribly sorry.

In time, the grief turned into a dull ache with occasional flares of agony. It was like a fading bruise Annie forgot about until she bumped into a memory. Gran. It was the little moments that pierced most sharply, the remembrance of a smile, a gesture, a soft-voiced phrase.

remembered that feeling as if she'd tucked it into her backpack and carried it around with her everywhere she went. This was both a blessing and a burden. A blessing, because this love had shown her, ever so briefly, that heaven could be touched. A burden, because it was a reminder of something she had lost.

Love doesn't stop when you lose someone," Carmella said. "And you don't want it to. Wrap your heart around the memories, honey, and keep him alive within you.

If you want. It's not really your kind of thing," Perry said. "It's a snow globe. You know, a big old house and lots of Vermont snow. I thought it might remind you of me." "I don't need a snow globe to remind me of you," Nick said, which was probably the most romantic thing he had ever heard himself say. It made him blush.

In great deeds, something abides. On great fields something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear, but spirits linger, to consecrate the ground for the vision-place of souls. And reverent men and women from afar, and generations that know us not and that we know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and done for them....

SOME PEOPLE WOULD NEVER FORGET certain people, a few people would remember everyone, and most of us would mostly be forgotten. Sometimes it was for the best.

If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

La memoria tiene la capacidad maravillosa de acordarse del olvido, de su existencia y su acecho, y así nos permite mantenernos alerta cuando no queremos olvidar y olvidar cuando lo preferimos

Cuando nos olvidamos es que hemos perdido, sin duda alguna, menos memoria que deseo.

Me acordé de lo que me había dicho mi madre: "Allá me oirás mejor. Estaré más cerca de ti. Encontrarás más cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que alguna vez la muerte ha tenido alguna voz." Mi madre... La viva.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

The spirit lived on in the hearts of those left behind. She felt that her brother's spirit would be with her, working beside her.

THE ORDINARY RESPONSE TO ATROCITIES is to banish them from consciousness. Certain violations of the social compact are too terrible to utter aloud: this is the meaning of the word unspeakable. Atrocities, however, refuse to be buried.

Recovery unfolds in three stages. The central task of the first stage is the establishment of safety. The central task of the second stage is remembrance and mourning. The central focus of the third stage is reconnection with ordinary life.

What would you have me do, Odo? We're all terminal cases. Even our cultures. Even our worlds. A hundred years for an individual and he's gone, only a memory for a hundred more, at most. Perhaps longer if he's someone to whom they build statues. But after a thousand years, whom do we really remember?

It is the image in the mind that binds us to our lost treasures, but it is the loss that shapes the image. —Colette

The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead.

Once they are gone they will never come back Looking at pictures and remembering the good times wont help like people say nothing will bring them back

Sólo si queda escrito que existimos, lo que hicimos y en qué creíamos, nuestra historia no será olvidada.

it was easy to forget about someone one never saw.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.