Quotes About Remembrance

That grief will go on, but the love goes on too.

Grief is processing what's been taken from you, what's still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you're grieving.

History is but a collection of epitaphs.

History is a tattoo of a moment in time.

The white settlers of St. Louis nicknamed their settlement "Mound City" in recognition of the twenty-six Indian mounds they found there, but those mounds have since been cleared away to make room for the modern city.

Victory doesn't matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them.

To prayerfully remember is to cooperate with God in the "re-membering" of ourselves. It is to actively engage with the Spirit in uniting those fragmented areas of ourselves that have been split off and alienated through sin.

We're never going to forget our sister Jodie.

Vicky's only been dead an hour and yet she's already a memory.

It makes my heart so heavy. Young men shouldn't have to die, and their parents shouldn't have to go through the rest of their lives making everything seem right by saying, 'At least my boy was brave.' Or, 'We're proud he did his bit.

She enjoyed this benign memory; there were other strands of reflection reaching back over the years that were akin to electric cables, able to shock if touched. Those hot wires of remembrance were all around her.

Every boy had grown to manhood with a family of mother, father and village. A man and woman might have lost their son but they had also lost his best friend and the boys who had played football together in the street after school and cricket on the green in summer. "Who have we lost?" the words echoed in her ears.

You should allow yourself to indulge in this remembrance. When you face the past, all you will see is that which has gone before. So I have some advice: Let this be your turning point. Have done with it, and turn to face the future. Only then will the future rise up to meet you. Only then will the distress pass.

I remembered his older brother, who had died in Sicily, in battle for the free world- he had barely had time to see Sicily before he died and had assuredly never seen the free world.

Like Villa, I believed that even though some men did not deserve to go on living, they still deserved to be remembered at their best.

He's gone, but my memory isn't and it won't be for a long time. It has always been a fault of mine. I hold my memory.

You lived; you will always have lived. Death does not erase your life. It is mere punctuation.

I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.

The thought of losing Ted Stevens, a man who was known to business and community leaders, Native chiefs and everyday Alaskans as Uncle Ted, is too difficult to fathom. He truly was the greatest of the Greatest Generation.

When it comes to my Uncle Jack, my father, or any other loved ones we've lost, I believe in honoring lives, not deaths.

There are moments in life we all remember, and I will never forget where I was on 7 July 2005 when the awful news came through that a series of bombs had gone off on the London Underground and on a London bus.

This was a tragic event in human history, but by paying tribute to the Armenian community we ensure the lessons of the Armenian genocide are properly understood and acknowledged.

I thought about all those people whose suffering had been erased, and I thought, 'Why can't they speak? Why can't I undo some of that erasure?'

My dad is never far from my thoughts. A place, a game, an incident somewhere or an unexpected word from someone can trigger a memory, which then triggers another, and suddenly I'm thinking about him, if only for a minute or two.