Quotes About Remembrance

Kalp, huzurlu olmak için tasarlanm??t?r, ki bu hale ancak Allah'? zikrederek eri?ilir: "Bilesiniz ki kalpler ancak Allah'? anmakla huzura kavu?ur." (Rad suresi,28)

Engaging in the regular remembrance of God (dhikr) safeguards the tongue and replaces idle talk with words and phrases that raise one in honor. The tongue is essential in developing courtesy with God, which is the whole point of existence.

Cells require oxygen, so we breathe. If we stop breathing, we die. 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.

I don't want them to forget Ruth, I just want them to remember me!

Look around the stadium. There's not one memento of what I did. There's nothing about what I did in this stadium, but they've got a statue of Ty Cobb sliding into a base.

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Yes, I know you do! There isn't one of you that hasn't always been very kind to me; and I want to give you something that, when you look at, you shall always remember me, I'm going to give all of you a curl of my hair; and, when you look at it, think that I loved you and am gone to heaven, and that I want to see you all there.

I just whispered mother dear where is Mary she's not here All the world seemed dark and sadness came to me She just pointed to the spot in that little church yard lot Where my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee

Life after death means for us that part of our life that lives on in our children, in the influence that survives us after death, and the memories people have of us.

In het ene landschap was ik het vorige vergeten, zoals je op straat onafgebroken gezichten ziet, die je onafgebroken vergeet

he spoke a word of pure German: "Vernichtungslager." Extermination camp.

I can remember much forgetfulness.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Putting a body in a box as a keepsake for mortals to cling to long after everything that was that person is gone - it turns my stomach. Graveyards are for the living, not the dead.

Once again, Azalea stood in the midst of girls, the familiar chin wobbles and wet cheeks overcoming them. Jessamine curled up on the floor, her lacy pantelettes poking up in black ruffles, and began to wail in a tiny crystalline voice. "I have a watch." Azalea started, remembering Lord Bradford.

Those who have lost loved ones to situations from which their bodies could not be recovered often suffer from prolonged periods of grief. When we view our dead, sit with them, and talk with them, we set a foundation upon which our grief, our neural recalibration, can be moored.

I put my lilies in front of Sam's plaque. I didn't want him to rest in peace. I wanted him to bounce around in death as he had in life, fearless, goofy, and fleet.

They wanted me to stay because they wanted me around: I was their direct link to Sam; I was his memento. And they were probably afraid that I might shoot myself, left alone with all Sam's things.

A kind of journal of forgotten, reworked, and remembered holy moments, too awesome to be simply described in everyday conscious language. It is all that remains of the most penetrating incursion of waking into the earth-mother-Jewish-people darkness of what is not the spirit, but only sleep. But the memory is still there, set in our bodies by our parents or our choice. We may ignore the dream or we may appropriate it for ourselves, and so make it our own. It is our choice alone.

Pleasure is the flower that fades, remembrance is the lasting perfume.

part of her life wouldn't end with her death.

I think it is very important that films make people look at what they've forgotten.

Memory could be a terrible thing .. an instrument of torture that persists in its work long after a man has suffered his time upon the rack.