Quotes About Remembrance

But of course, Libby didn't grow up. She died in Salmon Bay instead. Supposedly.

I'm terribly sad about Farrah's passing. She was incredibly brave, and God will be welcoming her with open arms.

For whatever it is that is less than mercy; for what we don't even have a word for. Those were the worst days, I believed at the time, and yet the moment she died I'd have given anything to have them back. One small, horrible, glorious day after the other.

Burn me," she said finally. "Turn me to ash." And so we did, though the ashes of her body were not what I'd expected. They weren't like ashes from a wood fire, silky and fine as sand. They were like pale pebbles mixed with a gritty gray gravel. Some chunks were so large I could see clearly that they'd once been bones.

Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.

I never forgot you, even after all these years," she told me. "I'm so proud of you," I said, squeezing her shoulder. "I made it," she said. "Didn't I?" "You did," I said. "You absolutely did." I never forgot her either. Her name was Desiré.

When this war is over we should raise a memorial in every Australian capital to the New Guinea natives so that we may never forget how much of the white man's burden was carried by the natives in this roadless jungle warfare ... so that we may remember how many Australians owe their lives to the natives who bore the wounded in their stretchers across the tortuous trail to safety.

I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit. Now gone. Just gone. Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the board of life that could never truly be replaced because no two things were alike, no two beings alike.

Worse than seeing a spider is suddenly no longer seeing that spider.

And why should I rekindle these smoking embers? Why call up from their casements the ghosts of the dead?

Peace is the only adequate war memorial.

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

The saddest three words in the English language: "Rest in peace."

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

Whenever you lose a loved one, even though your heart feels empty, always remember that it is still full — of love and thankfulness and memories.

Someone remembers, someone cares; Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

Helen, Helen, come home; there was a Helen before there was a War, but who remembers her?

I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.

We live in the age of Noah (a.s.) in the sense that a flood of distraction accosts us. It is a slow and subtle drowning. For those who notice it, they engage in the remembrance of God. The rites of worship and devotion to God's remembrance (dhikr) are planks of the ark. When Noah (a.s.) started to build his ark, his people mocked him and considered him a fool. But he kept building. He knew what was coming. And we know too.

The heart also needs to breathe, and the breath of the heart is none other than the remembrance of God.

The heart also needs to breathe, and the breath of the heart is none other than the remembrance of God. Without it, the spiritual heart dies. The very purpose of revelation and of scripture is to remind us that our hearts need to be nourished.

Vücudumuzdaki hücreler oksijene ihtiyaç duyarlar, bu yüzden nefes al?r?z ve nefesimiz kesilirse ya?ayamay?z. ??te bunun gibi, kalbin de teneffüse ihtiyac? vard?r ve kalbin nefesi Allah'? "anmaktan" ba?ka bir ?ey de?ildir. O olmadan manevi kalp hayatta kalamaz. ??te vahyin ve kutsal metinlerin varl?k sebebi de, bize kalplerimizin beslenmeye muhtaç oldu?u gerçe?ini hat?rlatmakt?r.

?nsanlar aras?nda en yüksek dereceliler, hiçbir ?eyin kendilerini Allah'? anmaktan al?koyamad??? kimselerdir. "Onlar ayakta dururken, otururken, yanlar? üzerine yatarken Allah'? zikredenlerdir.