Quotes About Remembrance

In Islam, every action, when undertaken in the remembrance of God, is considered sacred.

Zakhor. Al Tichkah. Remember. Never forget.

And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when you're old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were; the hope of what we can become.

You know what I find most shocking about the Vel'd'Hiv?" Guillaume said. "Its code name." I knew the answer to that, thanks to my extensive reading. Operation Spring Breeze, " I murmured.

My grandmother was fifteen the day of the roundup. She was told she was free because they were only taking small children between two and twelve with their parents. She was left behind. And they took all the others. Her little brothers, her little sister, her mother, her father, her aunt, her uncle. Her grandparents. It was the last time she ever saw them. No one came back No one at all.

packed here in inhuman conditions by the government of the Vichy police, by order of the Nazi occupant. May those who tried to save them be thanked. Passerby, never forget!

On July 16 and 17, 1942, 13,152 Jews were arrested in Paris and the suburbs, deported and assassinated at Auschwitz. In the Vélodrome d'Hiver that once stood on this spot, 1,129 men, 2,916 women, and 4,115 children were packed here in inhuman conditions by the government of the Vichy police, by order of the Nazi occupant. May those who tried to save them be thanked. Passerby, never forget!

Remember. Never forget.

I couldn't understand death. I didn't know what it was. The only way I was able to measure it was by the fact I couldn't hear my grandfather's laugh anymore.

I've decided that the worst part of loneliness isn't being alone. It's being forgotten.

Maybe over time I'll forget the feel and smell and sound of him, the same way I am starting to forget Mom, but I'll never be able to forget that he should've been here.

I've decided the worst part of being lonely isn't being alone. It's being forgotten.

Memory is a queer creature, an eccentric curator

As we made our way to the grave, I marveled at how a town so small had accumulated so many dead.

Non omnis moriar [No moriré del todo]».

I had obviously been a much worse father fourteen years ago than I'd thought; it would be tempting to conclude I had come further to reach where I currently was, but I couldn't trust my perceptions anymore. Did Nicole even have positive feelings about me now? I wasn't going to try using Remem to answer this question; I needed to go to the source.

Try that yourself sometime: Take something (or someone) you love, and -in your imagination- say goodbye forever right now. Grieve for a moment. Then feel the explosion of happiness that comes when you remind yourself you don't have to say goobye. At least, not yet.

Well, I think one doesn't really have to invent this memorial space, because it is already there. And it is speaking with a voice and, you know, 4 million of us came to see the site.

It is a historical error for those who were not there to just refer to August 28th as 'I Have a Dream' speech day. That is a real disservice to those who were there. It was a sad day. It was not a celebration environment.

I don't even know how to spell 'legacy!'

I think of some of my friends who have passed to the spirit world but are who here with me when I go to events and when I walk in my own community. My sisters, Ingred, my sister Marsha, and my sister Nielock. All cofounders of the Indigenous Women's Network with me. All long time women activists in the native community.

When I die, remember that what you knew of me is with you always. What is buried is only the shell of what was. Do not regret the shell, but remember the man. Remember the father.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.