Quotes About Remembrance

Se preguntaba por qué el amor había esperado tanto, por qué había aguardado hasta el momento en que los límites del contacto y la renuncia humana se habían reducido al tamaño de aquel recordatorio que llevaba en la billetera: In Memoriam...

Al buscar el olvido, trataban de recordar.

He wondered why love had waited for this distance, waited for the moment when he need not touch, when the limits of contact and human surrender had dwindled to the size of a printed Mass card tucked in his wallet: In Memoriam...

Even if we, as northerners, choose to ignore this history, the victims' descendants will not

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,Remembers me of all his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance… and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.

While memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

If ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are:Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is belov'd.

The memory be green.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remember'd.

O! my oblivion is a very Antony,And I am all forgotten.

O! you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

He shall have a noble memory.

would not be for the sake of a woman five years dead whose image in my mind was now as evanescent as the smell of lavender in an old drawer.

You are a memory too strong to leave this world...

Our Story" Remind me again—together we trace our strange journey, find each other, come on laughing. Some time we'll cross where life ends. We'll both look back as far as forever, that first day. I'll touch you—a new world then. Stars will move a different way. We'll both end. We'll both begin. Remind me again.

The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! —Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!

She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene, The memory of what has been, And never more will be.

We knew about the gas chambers. As soon as you arrived in Auschwitz, you knew about the gas chambers. How, I don't know. But we knew it. We saw that huge, black, smoky fire; we lived close by. We smelled the odor. You can never forget that.