Quotes About Remembrance

If I'm ever lucky enough to be part of an awards tribute, I hope they play 'Muffin Top' in my little clip. That's how I want to be remembered.

I do everything I do to pay tribute to my great-grandfather.

It is easy to love but difficult to forget, so love every moment to create an enormous unforgettable memory.

It takes a minute to love but eternity to forget.

What we have deeply loved we can never lose, it remains in our heart for ever.

You only live once so, lets make a difference people will remember.

I don't hurt or want for visibility, but people seem to forget pretty easily.

It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.

But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.

There's an old saying about those who forget history. I don't remember it, but it's good.

Trying to remember you is like carrying water in my hands a long distance across sand. Somewhere people are waiting. They have drunk nothing for days.

The Egyptian contribution to architecture was more concerned with remembering the dead than the living.

The worst moment was always taps. It didn't matter if the bugler played it well or poorly, in tune or out; there was something in the mournful ache of the music, and how it spoke of men dying before their time for something they only vaguely understood and being only vaguely appreciated by the people on whose behalf they died, that made it hurt so much.

But, strange to tell, though I could remember those first glowing days of my arrival, I could not without intense effort recall much of my life before that—save in the most indefinite terms. Indeed, when compared to the intensely vivid life I knew in Albion, my life before coming to the Otherworld seemed almost unutterably remote and insignificant, little more than a vague pantomime acted out in a dim, colorless, half-light.

I think continually of those who were truly great...Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, and left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

For the man crucified on the crossed machine guns Without name, without resurrection, without stars, His dark head heavy with death and his flesh long sour With the smell of his many prisons -- John Smith, John Doe, John Nobody -- oh, crack your mind for his name!

When you get famous or rich and maybe you think that you wish I was there to see it, remember that one way or the other I am.

Things live on a whole lot longer when they are living in story and memory." "Okay,

Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.

Why do the survivors remain anonymous—as if cursed—while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold?

Not even the dead know the end to war. -Iskar Jarak

Name none of the fallen, for they stood in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.

Let us lose none of their humble words, let us note their slightest gestures, and tell me, tell me that we will think of them together, now and later, when we realise the misery of the times and the magnitude of their sacrifice.