Quotes About Remembrance

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. "Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't.

Morrie," Koppel said, "that was seventy years ago your mother died. The pain still goes on?" "You bet," Morrie whispered.

The second death. To think that you died and no one would remember you.

We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?

But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

I didn't want to be ordinary, I mumbled. My mother looked up. What ordinary, Charley? You know. Someone you forget. From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the sound. She smiled,That's what keeps me from being forgotten.

When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that

You took a huge part of us with you, Chika, the best part, but it was yours to take, and I hope it will always be close to you.

Because there was a ghost involved, you may call this a ghost story. But what family isn't a ghost story? Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.

And love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on—in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

I realise, two decades after the events of this book, that deep inside it was not dying that truly rattled Morrie. it was being forgotten.

This is how a legacy is built. One memory at a time.

proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

Her dresses. Her shoes. A bottle of her perfume. You don't need much to remember someone, Francisco. Even one thing will do.

This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I—how can any of us—let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death.

Love lost, is still love...You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory.

forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

Mom?" I whispered. I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever

He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

Four years? She'd been gone from this world as long as she'd been in it.