Quotes About Remembrance

After a few minutes, though, I started to take in what all the attendees were looking at: hundreds and hundreds of historical documents, self-published books, CD-ROMs with lists of lists of names, databases chock-full of people who had once lived and whom no living person now remembered. Everyone in this hall was looking for someone who was gone forever.

But to forget completely is an insult. A dishonor to the people who loved you—

JENNET: They also say that I bring back the past; For instance Helen comes Brushing the maggots from her eyes, And, clearing here throat of the dust of several thousand years She says "I loved ..."; but cannot any longer Remember names. Sad Helen. Or Alexander, wearing His imperial cobwebs and breastplate of shining worms Wakens and looks for his glasses, to find the empire Which he knows he put beside his bed.

To be lost from people's thoughts is like a second death.

Ten times a day it stopped me like a bolt into my chest: that she was no longer here. That she would never be here. That I might walk and walk and yet I would never again come home to her.

Only a very few people leave traces in history, or even bequeath family documents to their descendants. Most have no money to memorialise themselves, and lack even a gravestone to mark their existence. Women's lives, in particular, remain largely unrecorded. But even so, did they not shape the future?

the tens of thousands of people killed in the Francoist repression – by the end of the 1940s the figure was at least 150,000

The truth is that you do forget people. When you conjure them up, long after they have gone, you can't recall the essence of them, just the outline.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, For all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

She won't forget or recover, she is inconsolable.

They started bringing our babies out in those sheets and they laid them by my feet. They started making a line of them.

My soft voice and demeanor were useless. In a pint jar, I carried a cremated friend, like flesh scraped from a cistern.

Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.

Att döda människor är att för alltid leva tillsammans med dem.

Our yesterdays are like a lonely and a ruined land wherein a breeze of recollection sighs--a fading land to which is no return.

I will be missed after my death, but I will miss nothing.

After... The seas have dried out The trains have come to a shrieking holt The hounds of the abyss cease to howl The prisons have closed their doors The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves The drugs no longer have an effect When it's all over All I'll remember is you

No magic. I do believe you might have taken it all with you when you went away.

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

His family, it seemed evident, had enslaved their own flesh and blood for generations. It had happened so far back in the past that the whites had been able to forget it, and even among the blacks it was only a dim memory—so dim that it had only the frail substance of a phantom, a voice that whispered only faintly in the roll of begats carried in the memories of the elders.

It was better not to remember such terrible details.