Quotes About Remembrance

In sharp contrast to their pagan contemporaries, Israel's remembrance of the past was marked by two tendencies: a faith in Yahweh's fidelity to the Abrahamic covenant, on which Jewish confidence in the future was based, and the contrition that accompanied the remembrance of Israel's own violations of that covenant.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree; Be the green grass above me With showers and dew drops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale

The dead are silenced and the living are speechless.Who's going to tell their stories if I don't?

I miss her more with every passing day because, just as words once written can never be unwritten, grief is not a thing that ends. Sometimes, though, it cracks us open and exposes the places we've hidden, and that can be a kind of gift.

Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what never was. Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again.

Para comprender a un gran hombre, es preciso referirse, necesariamente, al día de su muerte.

He rests in the graveyard of Ivry a suburb that always looks like the day the carnival comes down. And perhaps only I still know that he was alive".

In the night, when the wind dies and silence rules the place of glittering stone, I remember. And they all live again.

At the Battle of the Somme in France, more than sixty thousand British soldiers died on the battle's first day alone.476

Of the approximately 2,900 Jewish Nasielskers who remained in Poland, fewer than ten survived the war.

The likeness of a man is quite independent; everywhere that it stands, it stands for itself, and we do not require it to mark the site of a particular grave. But I must acknowledge to you to having a strange feeling; even to likenesses I have a kind of disinclination. Whenever I see them they seem to be silently reproaching me. They point to something far away from us,—gone from us; and they remind me how difficult it is to pay right honor to the present.

he's gone, and all the answers in the world can't undrown him

I will never get over being thankful to them; I hope that you never get over being thankful to them. I hope that we will always remember them....Let us read again and again, and read to our children or our children's children, the accounts of those who suffered so much.

It is a beautiful, a bless'd belief, That the beloved dead, grown angels, watch The dear ones left behind...

...the tears come, and I cannot brush them away; I would not if I could, for they are the only tribute I can pay...

When some men die it is as if you had lost your pen-knife, and were subject to perpetual inconvenience until you could get another. Other men's going is like the vanishing of a great mountain from the landscape, and the outlook of life is changed forever.

buried with love and starshine— a grave ever glowing with memories

No one ever really dies as long as they took the time to leave us with fond memories.

A light is from our household gone, A voice we loved is stilled. A place is vacant at our hearth Which never can be filled; A gentle heart, that throbbed but now With tenderness and love, Has hushed its weary throbbings here, To throb in bliss above...

The stem of a departed flower Has still a silent rank, The bearer from an emerald court Of a despatch of pink.

The spirits of the dead hallow a house, for me.

She who leaves a trail of glitter is never forgotten.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.