Quotes About Remembrance

I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back.

If the dead are watching, I want them to see us writing, dancing, singing, painting. I want them to see that we still reach out to each other.

Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.

We become eternal by being held in memory's loving arms.

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that." And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet...at the same time I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster.

Is Hopper celebrating with you?" "Hopper? Why would—" My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. "Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.

It's more than looks," said Eddie, growing pensive. "It's the way they act too. Micah's the same—outgoing, optimistic, excited. That's how Mason was. There are too few people like that in the world: people who are genuinely good. Mason was taken away from the world too soon. I won't let that happen to Micah." Eddie

He's gone. I will never hold him again.

I needed no physical object to remind me of his love. I already carried it in my heart, and it would be enough to get through this.

I thought you'd forgotten," she said, legitimately surprised. it had never left her mind--especially in light of recent developments--but she'd thought it had slipped his. "I don't forget anything," he teased. "Especially something like that. Wait for me, and we'll talk.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

Men forget everything; women remember everything. That's why men need instant replay in sports. They've already forgotten what's happened.

I would rather link my name indelibly with the living pulsing history of my country and not be forgotten entirely after a while than to have anything else on earth

It doesn't matter if, like the Doolittle Raiders, the time comes when the Mistys can be counted on one hand. When only one Misty is left, that man will have his own reunion, and he will hoist a glass to his brothers who flew up north and who were in the shit on every mission. He will drink to those who never came back.

and you would never know they were gone, but losing a child left an emptiness so large it screamed to be filled with memories.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day The war seemed over more for you than me, But now for me than you—the other way.

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue 15 Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away.

This is not just storytelling. It is the sharing of personal mythology. It's how we all make sense out of our lives and give its events significance. It parallels the mythmaking of the human race. It is the ritual of remembrance.

For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they should be happy and lighthearted as before.

Someone would cut his name into the face of a tombstone and it would be as if he never was.

If you dream, think of me.