Quotes About Remembrance

After my mom died, there was so much written about her fashion and her style and all that, and I felt that one of the most important parts of her was missing, her real intellectual curiosity.

Memories are all the same at their core; it's just us trying to keep each other alive, the best parts anyway.

Sometimes I picture the crack in my heart. It flares up when something reminds me of Jon.

Why doesn't he get over it already? But that was the secret, wasn't it? You never got over what you lost. You always carried it with you, stitched to you like Peter Pan's shadow. And you never wanted to get over it, because who wanted to forget a time that had been so important? No, the truth was, you wanted to remember it always.

I live alongside it. Auschwitz is there, unalterable, precise, but enveloped in the skin of memory.' (Moorehead, 2011, 316)

Looking at me, one would think that I'm alive…I'm not alive. I died in Auschwitz, but no one knows it'. (Moorehead, 2011, 317)

Selective memory is the handmaiden of fashion.

She began reciting something that sounded almost like litany: Aguilares, Padre Grande, Padre Navarro, aquí en San Salvador y en Aguilares y campesinos, "hundreds, three hundreds, all dead, even niños dead.

Imagine if our lives were treated as carefully as the rest of history. Imagine if we were documented as conscientiously, preserved as gently. Each birth at least as important as a naval victory. Each death a national tragedy. There are plenty of ways to remember someone: a park bench, a colossus, an epic poem. Your only job is creating a life that contains a story worth telling.

There are stars whose radiance is visible on Earth though they have long been extinct. There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world though they are no longer among the living. These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark. They light the way for humankind. —Hannah Senesh, poet, playwright, and paratrooper (1921–1944)

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

Some things you never forget.

I tucked the charred piece of her sweatshirt i had recovered into the back pocket of my jeans. I am glad she is with me now. Nick's anklet touches my skin. He is here too.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, In vain our fate in sighs deplore; Remembrance only can remain, But that, will make us weep the more.

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

Glory may be everlasting, yet it is fleeting as well—soon forgotten in the aftermath of even the most famous of victories if they lead to greater disasters.

Do you think I do not know that? Oberyn is with me every time I close my eyes." Doran Martell

Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the father of my children. His hands were clasped together over his chest, skeletal fingers curled about the hilt of some longsword, but they were not Ned's hands, so strong and full of life. They had dressed the bones in Ned's surcoat, the fine white velvet with the direwolf badge over the heart, but nothing remained of the warm flesh that had pillowed her head so many nights, the arms that had held her.

it felt as if they had all died while he had slept...or perhaps (He) died, and they had forgotten him.

It is hard to die unmourned.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end.

Thousands of lives were suddenly ended by evil, despicable acts of terror. referring to the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon