Quotes About Remembrance

Everything will haunt you, all the storms will find you, everything will remind you she's gone.

Our culture is an edifice built of external memories, a way of fending off mortality.

Love. This was the way not to fall into forgetting. Love, and a good publicist.

Mother died when he was twelve. He did not want sympathy, he only wanted her back.

I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to lose but lost and have to remember

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

A map such as that one is worth many hundreds, and as luck will have it, thousands of dollars. But more than this, it is a remembrance of that time before our planet was so small. When this map was made, I thought, you could live without knowing where you were not living.

I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to loose but lost and have to remember, being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine, and at the end of the day I fill the suitcase with old news.

I kept thinking how they were all names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing dead people keep.

He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depress the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too real chest, making his widower's remembrances that much more convincing and the pain that much more real.

I kept thinking about how they were all the names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing that dead people keep.

In the modern world, the meaning of the dead to the defeated is a bitter, unhealed wound, where defeat rarely means obliteration of the people and the civilization. As we recently witnessed in the Persian Gulf War, defeat may not even bring the fall of the opposing government. At the level of grand strategy in Vietnam, the United States had been defeated, and yet American soldiers had won every battle. For the veterans, the unanchored dead continue to hover.

My memory, sir, is like a garbage disposal.

Solomon saith: There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Solomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion. Francis Bacon: Essays, LVIII

Things duplicate themselves in Tlön; they also tend to grow vague or 'sketchy,' and to lose detail when they begin to be forgotten. The classic example is the doorway that continued to exist so long as a certain beggar frequented it, but which was lost to sight when he died. Sometimes a few birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.' - Jorge Luis Borges, 'Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.

Mi memoria, señor, es como vaciadero de basuras.

Many futile hours cluster in remembrance around one hour in which there was love. - The Nothingness of Personality

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Ah, I think that nothing in the world vanishes utterly—nothing—not only what is said, but what is thought. All our deeds and words and thoughts are little streams, trickling springs underground.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Promise you won't forget me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.

If there ever comes a day where we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever.

Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.

I Hoed and trenched and weeded, And took the flowers to fair: I brought them home unheeded; The hue was not the wear. So up and down I sow them For lads like me to find, When I shall lie below them, A dead man out of mind. Some seed the birds devour, And some the season mars, But here and there will flower The solitary stars, And fields will yearly bear them As light-leaved spring comes on, And luckless lads will wear them When I am dead and gone.