Quotes About Remembrance

He smiled so that I could take his smile with me.

I will have to learn how to survive them, and perhaps writing is a good means of survival. A way of not forgetting the ones who have disappeared, of continuing a dialogue.

The strange land exhausts him. Death exhausts him. It has fed on him in the way young eager goats suckle their mother, forcing her to lie on her side because she cannot continue. Death has taken everything from him. He has nothing left. He is thousands of kilometres from a village that no longer exists, thousands of kilometres from the empty tombs of the corpses who died only a few feet away from them. He is thousands of days away from a life that was once beautiful and delightful.

Des années après que mon frère avait déserté ma chambre, après avoir mis en terre tous ceux qui m'étaient chers, j'offrai enfin à Simon la sépulture à laquelle il n'avait jamais eu droit. Il allait y dormir, en compagnie des enfants qui avaient connu son destin, sur cette page portant sa photo, ses dates si rapprochées et son nom, dont l'orthographe différait si peu du mien. Ce livre serait sa tombe.

If you bury me in a grave, don't ever come visit - because you won't find me there. You'll find me in the books that I've read, the music I've listened to, and the art I've created.

My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited them. I only stayed there a couple of months, but it made a strong impression on me.

The Illinois Holocaust Museum & Education Center serves as a poignant reminder of our past and a trusted source of education for schoolchildren, community members, and visitors from across the country.

I know the injustice of outliving a child, the pain of a future stolen away, of mourning forever a voice you'll never hear.

How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.

To see the faces and hear the voices of victims of the Holocaust - one of the darkest chapters in history - was an experience I will never forget.

When I was a child, women spoke to me of how all they had was their memories, how their husbands went to war and never came back, so many tragedies. That chorus of voices filled my consciousness. It was part of life itself.

You know how when people lose their grandma or grandpa, people they say they're sorry? They do mean it, but... there's nothing to say. There's a void that cannot be filled.

Chris' absence is very much felt. There's just a huge void in our home life.

People voted with their hearts as they were remembering the father.

I would like America to remember those who have served and those that we've lost and their families.

People's memories are quite short. Often people think they recognize me from down the shops or something.

Altamont... I remember all of that. That was an awful day.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

You are what you leave behind.

I don't know that you ever get over this kind of loss. The fact that Chris is gone is a sharp hurt I feel every single day. It's really hard. Some days are better than others, but it's going to be hard every day for the rest of my life.

It's not that I normally avoid thinking about my Mom. I think about her every day, of course, and feel how much I miss her. But I always make sure not to wade in above my chest.

Our nation found its soul of honor on these fields of Gettysburg one hundred years ago. We must not lose that soul in dishonor now on the fields of hate.

The capacity of music to reassure and to remind is one of its cardinal virtues.

Not only do you lose a person to death, but you lose their noise too—their noise and smells, gestures and facial expressions. You lose the way they talk and phrase things and laugh, the way they fill in your blanks without ever thinking about it or having to try. You lose things you love about them they don't even know they possess.