Quotes About Remembrance

My visit to Auschwitz will certainly be one of the most unforgettable events of my life. It is a blot on the whole human race. It was the invention of minds so depraved and demonic that they defy any rational explanation. It reminds us of the terrible potential man has for violence and inhumanity.

All gave some, Some gave all.

I feel like the people from Iceland have a different relationship with their country than other places. Most Icelandic people are really proud to be from there, and we don't have embarrassments like World War II where we were cruel to other people.

She was the people's princess and that is how she will stay, how she will remain in our hearts and our memories for ever.

If you don't remember the past, you don't deserve to be remembered by the future.

To you, to the scarred and scattered remnants of the Fifty-fourth, who, with empty sleeve and wanting leg, have honoured this occasion with your presence, to you, your commander is not dead. Though Boston erected no monument and history recorded no story, in you and in the loyal race which you represent, Robert Gould Shaw would have a monument which time could not wear away

It was astounding to Cornelius to note that the events of 1994 had left no visible traces anywhere. Where on this avenue had they set up the famous Nyamirambo barricade? Was it there, right at the entrance to the Café des Grands Lacs, where there had been corpses that dogs and vultures came to devour? Only the city herself could have answered these questions he still couldn't ask anyone. But the city refused to show her wounds. Besides, she didn't have many.

Loneliness was also the young woman in black who came almost every day to the Polytechnic. She knew exactly which of all the tangled skeletons lying on the cold concrete were those of her little girl and her husband. She would go straight to one of the sixty-four doors of Murambi and stand in the middle of the room before two intertwined corpses: a man clutching a decapitated child against him. The young woman in black prayed in silence, and then left.

She would never forget her beautiful little boy. Never. No matter what. Not for a second. That was what she realized. You don't move past something like that—you learn to live with it. No matter how much pain you are in. You don't fight that pain. You don't push it away. You embrace it and let it become a part of you. It's the only way. The only thing more painful than remembering Matthew was the idea she might actually forget him.

He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

The son—deceased's under that tree, doctor, just inside the schoolyard.

A few graves in the cemetery were marked with crumbling tombstones; newer ones were outlined with brightly colored glass and broken Coca-Cola bottles

I hope the world will little note nor long remember what you are saying here.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

She knew that my memories of her would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget her, to remember that she had existed. The thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow. Because Naoko never loved me.

Aunque logres ocultar los recuerdos, o enterrarlos muy hondo, no puedes borrar la Historia. Más vale que se te quede grabado, la Historia no puede borrarse ni alterarse. Porque significaría matarte a ti mismo.

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

Na minha opinião, a única coisa que podemos fazer pelos mortos é guardá-los na nossa memória.

People leave strange little memories behind when they die.

What we shared was no more than a fragment of a time long dead. Yet memories remained, warm memories that remained with me like lights from the past. And I would carry those lights in the brief interval before death grabbed me and tossed me back into the crucible of nothingness.

You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

Crying for someone else is nothing to apologize about," I told him. "Especially someone you care for, someone who's passed away