Quotes About Remembrance

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amati in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.

the entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exit, and that i have lost her. (heathcliff about catherine, ch. XIX, p. 325)

Dulce Amor de juventud, perdóname si te olvido mientras la marea del mundo me arrastra consigo; otros deseos y otras esperanzas me asedian, esperanzas que pueden ensombrecerte mas no hacerte daño. Ninguna nueva luz ha iluminado mi cielo, ninguna mañana ha vuelto a brillar para mí; toda la dicha de mi vida se me entregó con tu vida, toda la dicha de mi vida está enterrada en la tumba contigo.

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amato in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.

Cijeli je svijet strašna zbirka podsjetnika da je ona doista postojala i da sam je ja izgubio.

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, 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!

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

for what is not connected with her to me? 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 glimpse 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!

Te consta que mientes al decir que yo te he matado, y te consta también que tanto podré olvidarte como olvidar mi propia existencia.

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep. I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

Los que son amados no pueden morir, Porque amor significa inmortalidad.

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—

Se remémorer Un Plaisir qui nous fut Retiré - Offre une Félicité comparable à un Meurtre - Omnipotente - Aiguë - Nous ne lâcherons pas le Poignard - Car Nous aimons la Blessure Que le Poignard Commémore - c'est Lui Qui Nous rappelle que Nous avons péri -

Remember and care for me sometimes, and scatter a fragrant flower in this wilderness life of mine by writing me.

They were all true—and still are—but were better left unsaid, just as I decided never to confess to Andy how close I came to losing everything. Instead, I hold that day deep within myself, as a reminder that love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

I didn't forget a day of you either.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

Don't say gone, say dead —that's what they are.

Kreb vergisst nie die Friedhöfe, wo er beerdigt worden ist.

Forgetfulness - a gift of God bestowed upon debtors in compensation for their destitution of conscience.

In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

How do you lose a word? Does it vanish into your memory, like an old toy in a cupboard, and lie hidden in the cobwebs and dust, waiting to be cleaned out or rediscovered?

Every noble life becomes a revelation of the spirit which the love and joy of mankind cannot let perish from remembrance.