Quotes About Remembrance

David W. Blight

Douglass insisted on remembrance before any action: "Perhaps there is too much past. But remember that all the present rests on all the past. Remember is as good a word as forget.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

That was one of the most fundamental and sacred duties good friends and families performed for one another! They tended the flame of memory, so no one's death meant an immediate vanishment from the world; in some sense the deceased would live on after their passing, at least as long as those who loved them lived. Such memories were an essential weapon against the chaos of life and death, a way to ensure some continuity from generation to generation, an order of endorsement and meaning.

I stopped in St. Bernadette's Cemetery one of my favorite places... The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here.

My mother still thinks of things to do for him. Light church candles, name a star, send money to somewhere.

We've already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we've forgotten it.

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they were near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.

I feel sad that he's just a voice now.

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it. Ah know Ah ain't." "Ah did think about it one day," Hicks said dreamily, "but then Ah forgot it and ain't thought about it since then." "No wonder things ain't no better," Joe commented. "Ah'm buyin' in here

They, the men, were saving with the mind what they lost with the eye. The women took the faded shirt and muddy overalls and laid them away for remembrance.

Whole nations are transported, exterminated, their name to be forgotten, except in the annual festival of their conquerors, when sycophants call the names of the vanquished countries to the remembrance of the victors.

My father is gone, and I miss him as only an adoring daughter can.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

When I was at Swansea, I lost Alan Davies, who was only 30.

Maybe everyone lives forever. Or maybe, like in the animated movie 'Coco,' only those whose stories get told by the living definitely do. It takes a story worth telling.

I don't necessarily like anniversaries that much.

There's never really been a true apology for slavery.

Sometimes a person has to be dead a while before people can appreciate what they did when they were alive.

Whether she actually would have flown in to act as baby nurse or mailed me cotton balls and calamine lotion if she were alive isn't really the issue. It's the fact that I can't ask her for these things that makes me miss her all over again.

It's a way to include them in the day in spirit, and to honor the ongoing inner relationships we carry forth. More than saying You were important to me, it says, You are important to me still. Experience this with me. Be part of my special day.

I shall not wholly die.