Quotes About Remembrance

La memoria imprime en blanco y negro, los grises se pierden por el camino.

Lo que se olvida es como si nunca hubiera sucedido

Así te recuerdo, en calma

I said goodbye, kissed her, and asked her forgiveness for the sins of withholding and neglect. I thanked her for having existed, promised her that she would live on in my heart, and in her son's, begged her not to leave me, to visit me in dreams, to send me signs and clues, to return incarnated in every beautiful young woman I saw on the street, and to appear to me in spirit during the darkest hours of the night and in the days of the midday Sun.

I go, but I always remember you.

Al final, lo único que tenemos a plenitud es la memoria que hemos tejido.

Desde entonces la gente lo recuerda como Juan del Pedo.

Many years later, standing before a human head preserved in a jar of gin, Eliza would remember that first meeting with Joaquín Andieta and again experience the same unbearable anguish.

Mi abuela escribía en sus cuadernos para salvar los fragmentos evasivos de los días y engañar a la mala memoria.

The day we arrived in Auschwitz, there were so many people to be burned that the four crematoriums couldn't handle the task. So the Germans built big open fires to throw the children in.

Some of the worst selfies I've ever seen are at Auschwitz or Ground Zero.

I consider part of lower Manhattan to be hallowed ground. Nearly 3,000 people lost their lives in the World Trade Center towers... and for that reason alone, our nation should make absolutely sure that what gets built on 'Ground Zero' is an inspiring tribute to all who loved the Twin Towers, worked in them, and died there.

I have the best daddy in the whole world, and I will miss him every day. When I see a crocodile, I will always think of him, and I know that Daddy made this zoo so everyone could come and learn to love all the animals.

It is well enough, when one is talking to a friend, to lodge in an odd word by way of counsel now and then; but there is something mighty irksome in its staring upon one in a letter, where one ought to see only kind words and friendly remembrances.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die.

And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England.

It is strange how the memory of a man may float to posterity on what he would have himself regarded as the most trifling of his works.

And by my grave you'd pray to have me back So I could see how well you look in black.

In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.

And when he is out of sight, quickly also he is out of mind.

What I'm trying to say is the Holocaust was a horrific crime against humanity and frankly, I would never want to see that repeated.

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

The tune 'All My Friends,' we recorded because our friend who wrote the song, Scott Boyer, passed way, and Gregg Allman had passed and he had recorded the song on his first solo record.