Quotes About Remembrance

The day that I left my home, I had prayed that my children would forget me. I wanted to spare them the pain of remembering. But that night, as I crouched in the white mist, waiting, I knew more than anything that I wanted them to remember, I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

love doesn't die just because the person does

You don't grieve love; you celebrate that you had it.

Love is funny. Even though you don't have that person anymore, you still have the feeling. You didn't lose your love. You lost the tangible, tactile, sense-sational ability to experience the person or animal you lost. Grief is all about not being able to touch anymore. Not being able to use your senses to experience them on a physical level. They've moved beyond an impenetrable veil, beyond your hands and mouth and eyes.

I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever…

I didn't re-create the abbey from my recollection, but from the earth's elephantine memory.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

She'll remember, when there's nothing else left of me worth remembering.

I'll never forgive. I'll never forget.

One thing Genevieve had learned was that the people you loved were never lost. They became a permanent part of your soul.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk back up to Heaven and bring you home again.

The past lies like a nightmare upon the present

My grief for her was like a circle. I always came around to missing her again.

A gift is not thrown away so lightly. Especially a gift from a friend. No, I will keep it, to remind me that not all friendships need to end in bitterness.

Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still. (page 103)

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

It is my conviction that when events are forgotten, buried in the cellar of the page, they are no longer even history.

We have searched the wide world over and not found forgetfulness.

Like first love, the heart of Russia will not forget you.

So that the one work of the Spirit of God is to teach things concerning Christ, and to bring to remembrance and understanding the words which fell from His lips.

He had an appreciation for things other people had forgotten.

Gabrielle Zevin

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.