Quotes About Remembrance

When you die, you will be spoken of as those in the sky, like the stars.—Yurok

There aren't words to tell you what you mean to me. But I hope that when you see this ring on your hand, you'll remember that you shine as brightly as diamonds in my life and you're infinitely more precious

They would grow old. They would forget me.

Die Menschen bestanden in erster Linie aus Staub, und ich verstand nicht, warum es besser sein sollte, all diesen Staub zu verarzten, als Gedichte zu schreiben, an die sich die Leute erinnerten und die sie sich aufsagten, wenn sie unglücklich oder krank waren oder nicht schlafen konnten.

memory throws a kind of halo around him.

Of all the songs we Zida'ya sing, she (Aditu) murmured, the closest to our hearts are those which tell of things lost. Perhaps that is because none of us can show something's value until it is gone, said Josua.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The graves are, he suggests, only stone bookmarks left in pages of earth.

and even if someone told us we'd forget

And he wants you to keep that at the front of your mind? He wants you to stay focused on the darkest seasons of your life? How could that possibly do any good?' . . . He wants you to remember who delivered you from that time. That's the point of holding on to memory: delivery, not darkness.

But the jewel you lost was blue.

To you, whoever you are, when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. For me.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff. The value, I supposed, was that it helped me to remember details. But there was nothing concrete about a memory. Memories—and love—exist in our hearts and minds and souls. That love travels with us wherever we go.

All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.

As for... Monseigneur's feelings toward you, I think you are misinformed. You are too modest, Dame Catherine, far too modest, and I believe you know that the Duke has not forgotten you. Everyone here knows the truth about the Golden Fleece...

Y debo decir que confío plenamente en la casualidad de haberte conocido. Que nunca intentaré olvidarte, y que si lo hiciera, no lo conseguiría.

Te prometo una cosa: acordarme de vos a ultimo momento parque sea todavía mas amargo.

No serás más que un recuerdo que morirá con el caer del primer sol.

Hay que mantener en un obstinado presente, con toda su sangre y su ignominia, algo que ya se está queriendo hacer entrar en el cómodo país del olvido

El tiempo es lo único que permanece y que nos sobrevivirá cuando ya no estemos.

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

There is power in a name. It is through names that we bring all things into this world, and when they leave, it is names we carry with us, so they are never truly gone.

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. —PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY