Quotes About Remembrance

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

When you're gone, you're gone forever. You only live once. Live exactly how you want to be remembered.

When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circle flight, I am soft stars that shine at night, Don't stand beside my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die.

But never again would I be able to erase that contraction from her face, or that suffering from her heart, or, rather, from my own; for, since the dead exist only in us, it is ourselves that we strike unrelentingly when we persist in remembering the blows we have dealt them. I clung to these sorrows, however cruel they might be, with all my strength, for I felt that they were the effect of my memory of my grandmother, the proof that this memory which I had was indeed present in me.

The dead last so short a time … Alas, in the coffin they crumble into dust, Less quickly than in our hearts!

Painful recollections are always of the dead. And the dead decompose rapidly, and there remains the beauty of nature, silence, the purity of air.

for as the dead exist only in us, it is ourselves that we strike without ceasing when we persist in recalling the blows that we have dealt them.

Marcel Proust

thus, in a wild desire to hurl myself into her arms, it was only at this instant—more than a year after her funeral, on account of the anachronism which so often prevents the calendar of facts from coinciding with that of our feelings—that I had just learned she was dead.

When we are suffering, the only words that touch us are the words of those who have known the person we loved and who can recall him to us.

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfalteringly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.

He who has a vehement desire for posthumous fame does not consider that every one of those who remember him will himself also die very soon.

The best way to keep good acts in memory is to refresh them with new.

to be remembered in the heart of a loved one is to live forever

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another's heart.

But it is pleasant to be remembered in England.

Look at me. You are the first person to ask about him. Do you understand? No one has ever asked about this man, your relative, Richard. No one has called him down. No one ever printed out his name. You are responsible now. You must remember him in order to honor him.

I can't understand why dark northern soldiers and light ones are separated into different brigades. The dead are all buried together in hasty mass graves, bones touching.

I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.

For all dead loves and all remembered things. I have travelled through many seas.

How many cats do you have?" Carly couldn't help but ask. "Oh, only the three right now, the first three I showed you. These others, they've all gone over the Rainbow Bridge." "The Rainbow Bridge?" Carly asked. "Kitty heaven," Hazel whispered. "Oh. I'm sorry for your loss." Carly corrected herself. "Losses.

When someone you love, dies, it's as if they leave you with half shares of your life together. The person you were in their eyes dies with them.