Quotes About Remembrance

We shall have made such a blaze that men will remember us on the other side or the dark.

Most men remember obligations, but not often to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.

Remembering a man's stories makes him immortal.

When you build a memorial, you build it not because the person wanted it, but for the future -- for generations who didn't know the man and didn't know the era in which he lived.

Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.

Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints. —CHIEF SEATTLE (SEATHL), DUWAMISH-SUQUAMISH, 1785–1866 A

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

Dynasties of felines, as numerous as the dynasties of Egyptian kings, succeeded each other in our home. Accident, flight, or death accounted for them in turns. They were all beloved and regretted; but life is made up of forgetfulness, and the remembrance of cats passes away like the remembrance of men.

I made it a point to think of them to keep them alive in my heart.

My father might be dead but he would never be out of my life. Never. My

She didn't leave an imprint, not as much as a single impression behind. She

A story about the burdens of remembering and the costs of forgetting,

And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.

pro vivis et defunctis.']

With the tears a Land hath shed Their graves should ever be green.

Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.

Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time? The first man had been as unknown as the last, and Methuselah's long life had been his only chronicle.

Yet, nearly 6 decades after the Holocaust concluded, Anti-Semitism still exists as the scourge of the world.