Quotes About Remembrance

as long as we still judge and accuse, the heart of the matter is not reached. And so we should not only remember the dead, but also forgive the living. Just as we reach out our hand to the dead, across all graves, so we reach out to the living—across all hatred. And when we say: Honored be the dead, so we should add: And peace to all the living who are of goodwill.

Auschwitz—the very name stood for all that was horrible: gas chambers, crematoriums, massacres.

we know: the best of us did not return.

And so we should not only remember the dead, but also forgive the living. Just as we reach out our hand to the dead, across all graves, so we reach out to the living--across all hatred. And when we say: Honored be the dead, so we should add: And peace to all the living who are of goodwill.

We have rescued it into the past wherein it has been safely delivered and deposited. In the past, nothing is irretrievably lost, but rather, on the contrary, everything is irrevocably stored and treasured.

In the past, nothing is irretrievably lost but everything irrevocably stored.

los autores coinciden en señalar que el número de no-judíos muertos es superior al de los judíos

It is not true that the deed is irretrievably lost in the past, but rather that it is indelibly stamped in the past!

Some delightful inscriptions are found in second-hand books. One, the most famous of all, may be found in every bookshop in the nation, repeated in a thousand and one volumes with only a single change of phrase in each. It is this: '______, with love from Momma.

Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

Everyone has friends who were killed in the War. Everyone gives up something when they marry.

These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading, because the things one does not remember are as important; perhaps they are more important.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, a potting shed, a wall where peaches ripen, than to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after.

But because there is something that comes from outside and not from within I shall be forgotten; when my voice is silent you will not remember me, save as the echo of a voice that once wreathed the fruit into phrases.

with somebody's lost pair of sun-glasses for only witness.

Remembrance, embers and membranes of beauty make artists and morons lose all self-control.

One had to forget - because one could not live with the thought that this graceful, fragile, tender young woman with those eyes, that smile, those gardens and snows in the background, had been brought in a cattle car to an extermination camp and killed by an injection of phenol into the heart, into the gentle heart one had heard beating under one's lips in the dusk of the past.

Oh Mnemosyne, sweetest and most mischievous of muses

No day shall erase you from the memory of time. An inscription on a wall from 911 by Virgil Aeneid.

Our dad was a great guy and we will never forget him.

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.