Quotes About Remembrance

This was where Caitlin had been killed.

John F. Kennedy says: 'Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.' I suggest that forgive your enemies and forget their names too! Don't leave any stone in your head; keep only the flowers, only the names of the good men!

Man is a machine of remembrance; all we do is to remember things because life flies fast like a swallow; reality immediately disappears!

To be forgotten is not something horrible; not to be remembered ever again is something horrible!

I still wake with your name on my lips every morning.

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

I remember love. It's what I have to keep on reminding myself. It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

And do you want to hear something that was breaking my heart, day after day? I forgot the faces of my granddaughters in all that hatred. Hatred smothers all beauty. Beloved Isaboe has little resemblance to her older sisters, but your Phaedra — she made me remember those precious, precious girls, and I wasn't angry anymore. I just missed them, and it's the beauty in here," she said, pointing to her chest, "that made me remember them. Her beauty.

They're all gone. Everyone's dead

WWII plaque that resides on an island in the pacific: "When you go home Tell them of us, and say For your tomorrow, We gave our today.

I thought you had forgotten me." "I have spent my life remembering you.

The past lies beneath the surface, intransigent truth. Remembered or not, what we say and do remains, always.

Os mortos não morrem quando deixam de viver, mas quando os votamos ao esquecimento.

Los esclavos no dejan recuerdos, ¿sabéis por qué? Porque no tienen tumba. Un día de estos, nadie más tendrá tumba en Kulumani. Y nunca más habrá memoria de que aquí hubo gente... —Abuelo, vamos a casa... —Ahora ya no hace falta que nos metan en barcos. Santo Tomé está aquí, en Kulumani. Aquí vivimos todos juntos, esclavos y dueños de esclavos, los pobres y los dueños de la pobreza.

To people who remember JFK's assassination, JFK Jr. will probably always be that boy saluting his father's coffin.

These honors that you give to me are not for me alone. They are for those who, dying young, now sleep in the earth with their unspoken poems, waiting for the Last Day.

There's something about her that reminds me of Ellen, but then I realize that it's Ellen who's reminded me of Annabelle. Ellen is dim in comparison.

Very few people are remembered for long after they're in the ground.

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It lives on in Fantastica, deep under earth. There are forgotten dreams stored in many layers. The deeper one digs, the closer they are. All Fantastica rests on a foundation of forgotten dreams.

Forget-me-not blue

Aquamarine Forget-me-not blue Turquoise

Men do not die on mornings like this: whatever happens then happens in their name, like the lives of obscure saints, who exist only in folk memory.

Last week, the House of Representatives passed a resolution honoring the victims and heroes of September 11th. As we commemorate the anniversary of 9-11, we must also remember that the threat is still very real today.

War continues to divide people, to change them forever, and I write about it both because I want people to understand the absolute futility of war, the 'pity of war' as Wilfred Owen called it.