Quotes About Remembrance

Why did he not cry? He must have forgotten even that he had a voice.

Khadija loved him for himself, not for who he would become, and he would never forget her in those later years, turning pale with grief at the sound of any voice that reminded

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

When someone dies, you don't get over it by forgetting; you get over it by remembering, and you are aware that no person is ever truly lost or gone once they have been in our life and loved us, as we have loved them.

Everything people forget about ends up there one day, they said. Toys, tables, whole houses. And people end up there too. They get forgotten as well.

Well, I used to have a sister, but I never got to meet her because she died after two days, I think. So if I got a tattoo, it would probably have to be something to do with my sister. I actually want to get a tattoo when I'm older of something about her.

Most men remember obligations, but are not often likely to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent.

For all the failures of naval, air and army defense, the men who died at Pearl Harbor and in the Philippines would not die in vain.

We celebrate Valentine Day, but no one remembers Bhagat Singh birth anniversary.

Every year I do a song for my homeboy Valley, who passed away from a heart attack.

Palindrome as well. My sister's name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.

un historiador serio y, como tal, un enemigo jurado de la industria de la memoria

Nadie. Nadie se acuerda siquiera de por qué murieron, de por qué no tuvieron mujer e hijos y una habitación con sol; nadie, y, menos que nadie, la gente por la que pelearon.

Pero cuando Miralles muera —pensé—, sus amigos también morirán del todo, porque no habría nadie que se acuerde de ellos para que no mueran.

We lose everything because everything remains except us. And therefore any form of posterity may be an affront, and perhaps any memory, as well.

Memories lurk like dustballs in the backs of drawers. The stereo is a special model that plays only music fraught with poignant associations.

Forgetting extermination is part of extermination.

Bir katliami unutmak da katliam turunden bir seydir.

His work kept on living, like the watches on the wrists of dead soldiers. [Said of Marcel Proust]

When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.

Lies are never forgotten, they go on and they grow

We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.

One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.