Quotes About Remembrance

History tells us that six million Jews disappeared during that war. If there was no Holocaust, where did they go?' She shakes her head. 'All of that, and the world didn't learn anything. Look around. There's still ethnic cleansing. There's discrimination.

For someone who can't remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can't forget.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them.

But not all Jews were victims- look at Chairman Rumkowski, who sat safe with his new wife in his cushy home making lists, with the blood of my family on his hands. And not all Germans were murderers. Look at Herr Fassbinder, who had saved so many children on the night that children were taken away.

If TEARS could build a stairway and MEMORIES a lane, I would walk right up to HEAVEN and bring you home again.

You may not be with us in close proximity but in our hearts you are, like you had always been and forever and ever will be.

And so, they wait. Mothers, wives and daughters wait to place flowers at those graves -- and to start life over again.

Your birthday came and went. Here's the card I should have sent.

I may have forgotten your birthday, but at least I remember that I forgot your birthday.

It feels like you just had a birthday the other day. Oh yeah, sorry I am late. Happy birthday.

How do you expect me to remember your birthday, when you never look any older?

Sorry I forgot the most important day of the year...your Birthday!

I'm so sorry I missed your birthday, I hope that you had a wonderful day.

Mans greatest fear is to be forgotten, to leave a legacy is to say 'Don't forget me.'

Here lies a good fellow who spent his life while he had it.

Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.

Happy Memorial day to our fallen soldiers. May their bravery, and heroism be remembered and honored forever.

It's not rain, it's the tears of joy of those passed and grateful to you for remembering and honoring them.

Every time you cross my mind I break out in exclamations of thanks to God.

One I love is taken from me, we will never walk together over the fields of earth, never hear the birds in the morning. Oh, how I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone away. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all my days.

The past is never truly gone. It lives on in the memories of those who experienced it, in the stories that are told and retold, and in the places where it unfolded. We must honor the past by acknowledging its impact on our present, and by learning from its lessons to shape our future. (p. 21)

The past is never truly gone. It lives on in the memories of those who experienced it, in the stories that are told and retold, and in the places where it unfolded. We must honor the past by acknowledging its impact on our present, and by learning from its lessons to shape our future

It was a trivial secret, but one I would remember as vividly as my feeling that while some people are haunted by the dead, others are haunted by the living.

and while the list could go on and on and on, the point was simply this: the most important thing we could never forget was that we could never forget. When