Quotes About Remembrance

Since 1945, 'never again' has meant, essentially, 'Never again will Germans kill Jews in Europe in the 1940s.

I longed for someone to scrape out every remnant of Nic from my brain and scrape out the knowledge of what was lost and scrape out the worry and not only my anguish but his and the burning inside like I might scrape out the seeds and juicy pulp of an overripe melon, leaving no trace of the rotted flesh.

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; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.

David Sosnowski

Perhaps no other aspect of Indian education during the sixty years of the boarding school era is more tragic than the fact that the school grounds at Carlisle and Haskell and all the other schools included graveyards

How quickly we forget God's great deliverances in our lives. How easily we take for granted the miracles he performed in our past.

La mayor vanidad que hallo entre los hijos de vanidad es, no contentos ser vanos en la vida, procuran aya memoria de sus vanidades después de la muerte.

I Woz 'ere! The most profound 3 words in language.

His plaque reads, DEAN MARTIN, JUNE 7, 1917-DECEMBER 25, 1995, EVERYBODY LOVES SOMEBODY SOMETIME.

The men stood back, chanting a song of one who would not be forgotten, of loved ones lost and returned to the earth, and of the land itself which does not die but is always born anew with each fall of the long rains. They chanted of life, which is short as a spear of summer grass or long as the heart of the Rift itself, and of the silent land that waits beyond.

Africa is a land of dreams and memories. It is rifts of remembrance stitched together with the sighs of time.

Not me," Mary Alice said. "I'm being cremated and letting Akiko put my ashes in a nice urn. Maybe something from Pottery Barn. I can sit on the mantel and she can decorate me for holidays.

When I stood there, looking out the window at the raindrops and thinking of everything I lost, I forgot everything I have. When I remembered everything I have, I forgot everything I lost.

You don't die when your body stops functioning. You die when your name is uttered for the last time in the world.

The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left behind the most happy memories.

Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we've touched.

Its dark and I'm reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

Even the smallest act of service, the simplest act of kindness, is a way to honor those we lost, a way to reclaim that spirit of unity that followed 9/11.

Write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of the thousands you come in contact with year by year, and you will never be forgotten.

If we choose to exercise faith, the Holy Ghost will bring God's kindnesses to our remembrance.

To me, there was no better drummer than Jeff Porcaro. His musicianship and kindness to me will never be forgotten. Our loss is heaven's gain

los muertos abandonan la edad y así acaban por ser los más jóvenes, si los que vivimos acordándonos de ellos duramos mucho

The bones came jumbled together from the kitchen... there was no way of telling my parents from my Brothers and Sisters. I put them all in the same urn. Sometimes, late at night, I hold them in my hands and cry.

Mor?ii tr?iesc atâta vreme cât o singur? fiin?? vie îi mai poart? în minte. Noi îi purt?m în noi pe mor?ii no?tri.