Quotes About Remembrance

It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

She lay awake and thought of her mother, gone forever. There was no one else she wanted to tell.

That the good that we do might live on after us, while the evil lies interred with their bones.

Tobias Hawthorne. Even dead, he was larger than life.

My point is that you know who your mom was, Avery. We both do. And she was wonderful.

Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love me. Turn me into a story you tell again and again. The sister who was good as gold and became a queen.

Think of me. Remember me. Love me.

I was here. TF.

Every forty seconds, someone is left behind to cope with the loss.

I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

This is what happens when people die. They start to disappear if you don't watch it. Not all at once, but a piece here, a piece there.

The thing I realise is that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

Mezarl?k boÅŸtu,karlar?n üzerinde ayak izlerinden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey kalmam??t?.Ölü Jeanne,Paris'in kar??s?nda sonsuza kadar yaln?z kal?yordu.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

and what does not recall her?  I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags!  In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image!  The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance.  The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

Lumea întreag? e o colecÅ£ie însp?imânt?toare de amintiri care-mi spun c? ea a existat ÅŸi c-am pierdut-o!

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

Todo recuerdo de un difunto es precioso, si se le sigue estimando como cuando vivía.

Si miro al suelo, creo ver las facciones de ella grabadas en las baldosas. En los árboles y en las nubes, en todas las cosas durante el día y llenando el aire durante la noche, veo su imagen. ¡Creo verla en las más vulgares facciones de cada hombre y cada mujer, y hasta en mi propio rostro! El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.