Quotes About Remembrance

Vous savez ce que c'est, un grenier? C'est plein de choses qui sont comme mortes : d'anciennes armoires toutes cassées, de mauvais souliers, des corsages qui ont fait leur temps; enfin, des choses qu'on a mis là pour les laisser mourir toutes seules. Quand on les revoit, elles ont l'air de vous le reprocher; c'est toujours un peu triste.

But whether I touch him or I run, whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead.

But whether I touch him or I run, whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead.

Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.

Can you imagine 4,000 years passing, and you're not even a memory? Think about it, friends. It's not just a possibility. It's a certainty.

what's left is only the beloved, familiar shape of him, empty of breath.

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

Life has only one form: forgetting,

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Remember me as I tried to be, not as I was." ~Urza, The Brother's War

world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Grandpa Zachary had died.

you will hear something that you want to keep. Or hear something that reminds you of something else. Songwriters are just people who have claimed those things—who give themselves credit. Who say they invented rock and roll. And you can do it, too. You just invented a song. You just invented music.

Estoy y estuve en muchos ojos. Yo solo soy memoria y la memoria que de mí se tenga.

esto pasa desde que yo tengo memoria.

los hombres que pasen por aquí no tengan ni memoria de que fui Ixtepec.

Hay días como hoy, en los que recordarme me da pena.

We cannot indefinitely avoid depressing subject matter, particularly it it is true, and in the subsequent quarter century the world has had to hear a story it would have preferred not to hear - the story of how a cultured people turned to genocide, and how the rest of the world, also composed of cultured people, remained silent in the face of genocide. (v)

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

God is God because he remembers.

Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to life as long as God himself

I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget this concert given before an audience of the dead and dying? Even today, when I hear that particular piece by Beethoven, my eyes close and out of the darkness emerges the pale and melancholy face of my Polish comrade bidding farewell to an audience of dying men.

I have tried to keep memory alive... I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices.