Quotes About Remembrance

Ascension And if I go, while you're still here . . . Know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure, —behind a thin veil you cannot see through. You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait for the time when we can soar together again, —both aware of each other. Until then, live your life to its fullest. And when you need me, Just whisper my name in your heart, . . . I will be there. © 1987 Colleen Corah Hitchcock

While he may forget that he is Caesar, I never forget that I am Caesar's daughter.

an empty desk in the second row, a memorial to the girl who used to sit there.

To remember a person is the most important thing

Something that is loved is never lost.

Some things you forget. Other things you never do. But it's not. Places, places are still there. If a house burns down, it's gone, but the place--the picture of it--stays, and not just in my remory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating around out there outside my head. I mean, even if I don't think if, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there. Right in the place where it happened.

Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.

By and by all trace is gone, and what is forgotten is not only the footprints but the water too and what it is down there. The rest is weather. Not the breath of the disremembered and unaccounted for, but wind in the eaves, or spring ice thawing too quickly. Just weather. Certainly no clamor for a kiss.

What a man leaves behind is what a man is.

Carefully they replaced the soil and covered the entire grave with uprooted grass. Neither one had spoken a word.

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Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence. An absence so decorative, so ornate, it was difficult for her to understand how she had ever endured, without falling dead or being consumed, his magnificent presence.

They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever.

When he visited his and Adam's old bedroom, the thread of disapproval he'd felt during his proposal of a memorial became a rope, as he saw the savage absence not only of Adam but of himself. So when he shut the door on his family and stepped out into the rain it was an already belated act.

The fathers may soar, they may triumph, they may leave, but the children know who they are; they remember, half in glory and half in accusation.

He left me his violin.

You can't take a life and walk off and leave it. Life is life. Precious. And the dead you kill is yours. They stay with you anyway, in your mind. So it's a better thing, a more better thing to have the bones right there with you wherever you go. That way, it frees up your mind.

and feel the oldest and most devastating pain there is: not the pain of childhood, but the remembrance of it.

And they might never forget.

Was there such a thing as politically correct remembrance of the Confederacy? Or was any attempt to honor the Cause inevitably tainted by what Southernerners once delicately referred to as their 'peculiar institution?

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Even these thoughts will slip my mind in time. And then..... ...only... ...the beat of my heart still remains.

The best thing we can do for the dead is to do their share of living with a smile. ~Train Heartnet

The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.