Quotes About Remembrance

Zij zal nog leven als ik dood zal zijn, ze zal me misschien niet vergeten zijn als ik uit de voetnoten ben verdwenen.

I find it devastatingly sad that a woman could disappear to this extent, leaving no trace other than a daughter who barely remembers her.

Historia (Inquiry); so that the actions of of people will not fade with time.

Little treasures have a sign that says, Here I am. Bigger treasures have a sign that says, Do you remember. But the most precious treasures of all will have a sign saying, I was there.

The maid found a handkerchief of hers, under the bed in which she had died. A ring that had been missing turned up in his own writing desk. A tradesman arrived with fabric she had ordered three weeks ago. Each day, some further evidence of a task half finished, a scheme incomplete. He found a novel, with her place marked. And this is it.

this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

When he wakes he has to learn the lack of her all over again

When I am dead, I hope it may be said, 'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

Gr?dinarului i s-a spus c? doar iarba va cre?te pe mormântul meu, iar prim?vara voi avea anemone. O s? vii odat? o s? culegi o anemon? ?i o s? te gânde?ti la mine. Ia-o ca un cuvânt de dragoste care a fost gândit dar nu a fost rostit niciodat?.

Memory is social: people remember collectively, they remember publicly, and they remember interactively.

because she remembered things that hurt more easily than anything nice.

You broke the Madden brothers. I remember them, Joesph, and I remember what you did to them.

loved him and he's dead and gone and bones. I loved him and they took him away from me. Where is he? Where is he? Dead and gone and

People remember the Enemy of Death," said Alma. "But they forget the man who made him who he was.

I said I was thinking about you the whole time. - Lila

She acts like we don't remember, like there's some way I am ever going to forget. She acts like it's her personal tragedy and hers alone.

By the ships there lies a dead man, unwept, unburied: Patroclus.

Remembering this, he [Achilles] wept bitterly, lying now on his side, now on his back, now on his face.

Glory is the sunshine of the dead

I have always had a bad memory, as far back as I can remember.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day. (plaque dedication on a park bench)

Finally, little by little, the vise around her chest loosened its grip enough for her to breathe again. It never went away completely. She'd accepted that a long time ago. She'd die with the clamp of grief still wrapped around her chest. She didn't want it to go away. That would be like Janie had never existed.

Flowers for the dead. Say hello to the forest.