Quotes About Remembrance

How easily this unthinking family love was forgotten.

How quickly the dead faded into each other

Did you ever see someone who was killed in the war but who is still alive?

At the New York Harvard Club, they've moved the memorial for those who died in World Wars I and II up to an obscure little hallway; they used to be in the main hall, in the most prominent location. The sacrifice of those young people I always found so stunning and so admirable.

We do a lot of shows for young people who have probably never been to the theater before and they are learning about the Holocaust, which unhappily, many of them do not know about.

It doesn't matter if we grow old and get replaced by a new younger generation as long as there is still someone talking about us because they will still remember how we shone so bright.

My goal is more to be remembered. They'll remember this thing and like it in the future. The trick is to stay remembered long enough for that to happen.

Now more than ever, I have learned that, when people die, they truly do live throughout those who love them.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.

Dick Clark will be truly missed. We will carry on his legacy every New Year's Eve.

That is my major preoccupation, memory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.

I have two brothers buried in the military cemetery in Texas. I don't want to see any more of that.

Every two, three years there is a movie about the Holocaust because they want you to remember and they want you to be reminded of what it was. When was the last time you seen a movie about slavery?

Our thoughts are with everyone that's been affected by Manchester attack. We want to stand strong, look at the sky and sing loud and proud.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

Ever notice, the ones who deny the holocaust are usually the same ones who want to repeat it?

In Germany people want to make up to the Jews for what happened by idealizing them.

Longing. Look for it, in every crowd, and you will find it. Paint it any colour you choose: grief, nostalgia, melancholy, remembrance, these are but flavours, poetic reflections.

I see now that the unnamed soldier is a gift. The named soldier—dead, melted wax—demands a response among the living…a response no one can make. Names are no comfort, they're a call to answer the unanswerable. Why did she die, not him? 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?

His old name was on the toll of the fallen, after all, and beside it was Blackdog Wood, 1159 Burn's Sleep.

Kuru Qan once told me that grieving had nothing to do with the ones gone, and everything to do with the ones left behind. We feel the absences in our life like open wounds, and they never really close, no matter how many years pass.

The dead speak in silences and so never leave us in peace.

No one lets dead poets lie in peace. We are like old meat on a crowded dinner table.