Quotes About Remembrance

the names come back to me like a song: Lorch, D'Augny, Neuhoff—

And you cannot be enthralled or made to forget.

We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.

My dad recently reminded me that my grandfather's cousin was Lefty Frizzell.

We're going to survive—our songs, our stories. They'll never be able to forget us. Decades after the last man who fought at Troy is dead, their sons will remember the songs their Trojan mothers sang to them. We'll be in their dreams—and in their worst nightmares too.

What this tells me is that facts are only the smallest components of memory.

Art is my spiritual path.... Art is my prayer, my ritual, my remembrance of the Divine. Art is the way I knit together the beliefs and practices that guide my life.

This frail cloth, a gift to the person he had once been, was his touchstone, a reminder that once he had been whole. Once there had been joy.

Even knowing that David Bowie is gone, I am giddy about this." He said all that in a very dry, professional tone.

Poor boy, he'd been dead more than three years.

In Moonlight No Soft sweet paw on my cheek No Fur curled under my chin Just A sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]

I sing the songs I sang to you every night. I sing them so I will remember you, hoping that you will remember me too, even though I am here, and you are there.

Over 300,000 veterans from the U.S. armed forces, from the Revolutionary War to the war in Iraq, have been laid to rest in these 612 serene acres overlooking the Potomac, and more than 100 graveside services are still held every week—so many that the cemetery is projected to run out of space by 2020.

Is this for someone special?" asked the saleslady as she folded my purchase in layers of tissue paper. "For my mama," I said proudly. "She dead.

David Eagleman once wrote that everyone dies twice – first when we stop breathing, and second when your name is mentioned for the last time.

Trivial things light fuses in the memory.

Who will remember Todd? Who will remember what he did? Todd - Todd - And my heart breaks even more - Breaks forever - And I fall to my knees in the snow and sand - And I yell out, wordless and empty - And I drop the weapon.

His absence is so big it's like he's there.

Memory is stupid, ain't it?

A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

When you go home Tell them of us, and say For your tomorrow, We gave our today.

There is a phrase in the Jewish tradition, Yimakh shemo, which means, 'May his name be erased.' It is an insult - or really, a curse - reserved for those who have done the gravest harm. May their name be blotted out. May they, and the hurt they have created, be forgotten.

Her name was like an echo of an ache in her.

It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.