Quotes About Remembrance

Those who try to obliterate the past are injuring the present.

And now, he continued, speaking to Milo, where were you on the night of July 27? What does that have to do with it? asked Milo. It's my birthday, that's what, said the policeman as he entered Forgot my birthday in his little book. Boys always forget other people's birthdays.

The note that she struck had beaten down the doors of a closed memory; and Father Abram held his lost Aglaia close in his arms.

Miss Phœbe released the low key of the organ. But her work had been well done. The note that she struck had beaten down the doors of a closed memory; and Father Abram held his lost Aglaia close in his arms.

Pero su recuerdo no me abandona. Quien ha visto la Esperanza, no la olvida. La busca bajo todos los cielos y entre todos los hombres. Y sueña que un día va a encontrarla de nuevo, no sabe dónde, acaso entre los suyos. En cada hombre late la posibilidad de ser o, más exactamente, de volver a ser , otro hombre.

I still have a piece of that root, put away in a box with my journal, my can of tobacco tags, the newspaper write-up when I got run over by the train, a photograph of me and Miss Love and Grandpa in the Pierce, my Ag College diploma from the University -- and the buckeye that Lightfoot gave me.

Of course, I will be remembered only so long as my illustrations and manuscripts cause your eyes to prance and flowers of bliss to bloom in your hearts.

What you intended to forget tended to stick even more firmly in your mind.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

Peace. That's what salaam means. Peace unto you. The words brought forth an echo from Ender's memory. His mother's voice reading to him softly, when he was very young. ... The kiss, the word, the peace were with him still. I am only what I remember, and Alai is my friend in a memory so intense that they can't tear him out. Like Valentine, the strongest memory of all.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone." - Valentine Wiggin

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

And so she wrote, and wept; and when the weeping was done, the writing went on. When the hair that he had left behind was sealed in a small box and buried in the grass near Human's root, she would stand and speak. Her voice would raise him from the dead, make him live again in memory. And she would also be merciful; and she would also be just. That much, at least, she had learned from him.

Ahora sentía la magnitud de la pérdida de Pipo. El cuerpo mutilado en la falda de la colina no era su muerte, sino simplemente los despojos de su muerte. La muerte en sí era el vacío dejado en su vida.

MISS PRISM Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.

And now I wonder what the old man remembers about her these days. Maybe nothing. Maybe silence has cured him of memory . Maybe there's an absolute vacuum in the anathema of age

To live on in the memory of others means that you do not die.

One is so apt nowadays to regard even one's own motives and actions during the War with a contemptuous cynicism that it is as well to remind oneself of emotions which were profoundly and sincerely felt.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living

Algunas cosas las olvidas, no? Olvidas lo que quieres recordar y recuerdas lo que quieres olvidar.