Quotes About Remembrance

There is no snow, yet, to hold footprints, and in a moment, as his father disappears from sight, it is as if he never passed that way at all. Today it strikes Bird as unbearably sad, to pass by and leave no trace of your existence. To have no one remember you'd been there.

It would disappear forever from her memory of Lydia, the way memories of a lost loved one always smooth and simplify themselves, shedding complexities like scales. For

simply went on as if she'd never existed. As he stands there, he knows the photos

he forgets her voice sometimes; when he tries to summon it, it slips away like a shadow dissolving in the dark.

Bizim için de?erli an?lar ta??yan yerlerde ayak izlerimiz niye silinir? Niye kalmaz?

Rest in peace. The mistake shall not be repeated.

There is no remembrance which time doth not obliterate, nor pain which death doth not put an end to.

Io non credo che possa finire. Ora che ho visto cos'è guerra, cos'è guerra civile, so che tutti, se un giorno finisse, dovrebbero chiedersi: - E dei caduti che facciamo? perché sono morti? - Io non saprei cosa rispondere. Non adesso, almeno. Né mi pare che gli altri lo sappiano. Forse lo sanno unicamente i morti, e soltanto per loro la guerra è finita davvero.

E scriverò per te, per il tuo ricordo straziante, pochi versi dolenti che tu non leggerai più. Ma a me staranno atroci, inchiodati nel cuore per sempre.»

I do not bring forgiveness with me, nor forgetfulness. The only ones who can forgive are dead the living have no right to forget.

Kenang, kenanglah kami yang tinggal tulang-tulang diliputi debu. Beribu kami terbaring antara Karawang-Bekasi.

Of present fame think little, and of future less the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

The graveyards are full of indispensable men.

Posthumously, everyone loves us. (A titre posthume, - Tout le monde nous aime.)

The anniversary of our death, we do it only by the others. (L'anniversaire de notre mort, - On ne le fête que par les autres.)

The medals of the dead heroes are the coins for the future. (Les médailles des héros morts - Sont les pièces pour l'avenir.)

War limits the deads. It limits them to the cimetery ... (La guerre limite les morts. - Les limite au cimetière...)

He'd make a lovely corpse.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tears of compassion for our infirmities. We cannot but be right if we put all the rest away, and do everything in remembrance of Him. There is no vengeance and no infliction of suffering in His life, I am sure. There can be no confusion in following Him, and seeking for no other footsteps, I am certain!

I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul, than I was in the souls of both.

We'll start to forget a place once we left it

Because the memory of those who lie below, passes away so soon. At first they tend them, morning, noon, and night; they soon begin to come less frequently; from once a day, to once a week; from once a week to once a month; then, at long and uncertain intervals; then, not at all. Such tokens seldom flourish long. I have known the briefest summer flowers outlive them.

Keep my memory green.