Quotes About Remembrance

When smashing monuments, save the pedestals - they always come in handy.

The smell of cigars reminds me of someone I used to know, and it just always brings me back. I love it; I find something very comforting about it.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

I try to do everything to say, 'OK, will my mother like this? Will she be pleased? Will she be proud of that? How do I know she's happy and she's smiling down at me from heaven?' And that's what I try to go by and walk by.

In the context of September 11, there were so many that lost their lives that - how do you single out one person? There were so many acts of heroism that day from so many people, whether it be firemen and police officers in New York and our agents also.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it

for as I know only too well from experience when we lose those we love there is no consolation sweeter than the knowledge of having remembered to tell them everything and to have enjoyed the most perfect and absolute communication with them.

When you planted a dead person in the ground, there should be lots of people singing and dancing and eating nice food and telling stories while the sun beamed down.

Well, now,' the latter replied pensively, 'they're people like any other people...they love money, but that has always been so...Mankind loves money, whatever it's made of -leather, paper, bronze, gold. Well, they're light-minded...well, what of it...mercy sometimes knocks at their hearts...ordinary people...In general, reminiscent of the former ones...only the housing problem has corrupted them...' Chapter 12

Cemeteries in Bohemia are like gardens. The graves are covered with grass and colourful flowers. Modest tombstones are lost in the greenery. When the sun goes down, the cemetery sparkles with tiny candles... no matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery. Even in wartime, even in Hitler's time, even in Stalin's time..

In that etymological light nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you. My country is far away, and I don't know what is happening there.

A scarf from her dress works free and floats behind her the way memories float behind the dead.

Con ello no quiero decir que haya dejado de amarla, que la haya olvidado, que su recuero haya empalidecido; al contrario; permanece dentro de mí constantemente como una callada nostalgia; la anhelo como se anhela algo que se ha perdido definitivamente.

The cemetery was vanity transmogrified into stone.

It's a great consolation to think that when we've long been in the grave our noses will still be strolling the earth.

La lotta dell'uomo contro il potere è la lotta della memoria contro l'oblio

La lotta dell'uomo contro il potere è la lotta della memoria contro l'oblio.

But her nascent love inflamed her sense of beauty, and she would never forget that music. Whenever she heard it, she would be touched. Everything going on around her at that moment would be haloed by the music and take on its beauty.

Si una tumba está cubierta por una lápida, el muerto ya nunca podrá salir.

Baba's words and actions have lit the lamp of love in the hearts of devotees and they will always remember him for the good things he has done.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

and love was lightning and remembrance