Quotes About Remembrance

On this day, we must tell the stories of those who fought and died in freedom's cause. We must tell their stories because those who've lost loved ones need to know that a grateful Nation will always remember. We must tell their stories so that our children and grandchildren will understand what our lives might have been like had it not been for their sacrifice.

La tristeza inherente al recuerdo proviene de que su objeto es el olvido.

Although man can forget in the long- (perhaps too long) guarded feelings of youth, in the dreamy state of stubbornly held remembrances, that the wheel rolls onward, nevertheless mercilessly does the gray hair, the relaxation of the skin and the wrinkles in the face tell us, that whether or not we expose the body to the destroying powers of the whole struggle of life, the poison of the stealthily creeping serpent of time consumes our bodies, which, alas! we so dearly love.

all of [her] is brushed with light, so much glare she seems to singe the very tissue of remembrance. — C.K. Williams, from "Combat," Poems 1963-1983 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988)

Daqui a 50 anos eu ainda vou saber seu nome e vou me lembrar de todas as vezes que você me fez sorrir. Na minha memória, tão congestionada - e no meu coração - tão cheio de marcas e poços - você ocupa um dos lugares mais bonitos.

Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought meTears, and I remembered how often togetherWe ran the sun down with talk… somewhereYou've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend.But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death-worldClaws at everything, it will not touch them.

We may just be specters in this world, but our stories, if they are remembered and retold, become real and solid and alive... Once you hear a story, it becomes part of you. It can't die.

We may just be specters in this world, but our stories, if they are remembered and retold, become real and solid and alive.

Time does not soften my grief, nor can I ever be reconciled to my loss until the grave closes over the remembrance and I am again with him. —Mary Lincoln

En sólo unos pocos años, cuando todo lo que perdurara de mí en esta tierra no fuera más que recuerdo y polvo, del monasterio no habría de quedar piedra sobre piedra.

When my grandfather died, I started adopting some of his accents, to sort of remind myself of him. A homage. He was a war hero, and he was really great with his hands.

Megan Luisa Garcia I WAS HERE

Él mira una de las fotos por largo tiempo. Entonces me mira. —Te guardaré aquí. —Se golpea la sien—. A donde no puedas perderte.

This day, so seared in my memory, is just another day to everyone else.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY" PREPARE FOR LANDING, TRACK 4 Another day, another year To light the candles, without you here

Ik bezoek het veld waar de Royal New Foundland Regiment vrijwel compleet werd neergemaaid bij een onzinnige aanval, een geval van collectieve zelfmoord waarvan moslimfundamentalisten nog iets zouden kunnen leren.

The sky was dark and drizzly, as if the world wept for what it had lost.

Death ends a life, but it doesn't end a love.

It's in the history books, the Holocaust. It's just a phrase. And the truth is it happened yesterday. It happened to my mother. I never met my grandmothers or my grandfathers. They were all wiped up in the gas chambers of Nazi Germany.

Memories were as important as books and almost as important as proper indexing

Pete were here, he'd whistle.

For of fortunes sharpe adversiteeThe worste kynde of infortune is this,A man to han ben in prosperitee,And it remembren, whan it passed is.

Recall the cold Of Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn, Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpets Shrilling into the ruck ; some trampled Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet, Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind's Flurrying, darkness over the human mire.

The tall grass waves o'er lowly graves, The golden sunshine floods the meadows, And in the breeze the willow-trees, That guard the tomb of Eloise, Wave to and fro, with flickering shadows.