Quotes About Remembrance

never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

The dead will only be dead if you stop remembering them.

When will the others come? And there is one who will never come. At least we will not see him if he does. But, oh, when I think he will be there--when our Canadian soldiers return there will be a shadow army with them--the army of the fallen. We will not *see* them--but they will be there!

we lost our son, Anne, as did many others, but we have our memories of him and souls cannot die. We can still walk with Walter in the spring.

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

Rilla meant to keep Walter's letter as a a sacred treasure.

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

One would not drink of the cup of forgetfulness if one could.

For our tomorrow they gave their today' — theirs is the victory!

of a cross-marked grave somewhere in France. But tonight it was only a shadow Ã¢â'¬Â¦ nothing more.

And he wrote, When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

sepulchers.

Love doesn't leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won't be.

This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again.

Love doesn't leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won't be.

Yet no one is really alone; those who live no more echo still within our thoughts and words, and what they did is part of what we have become — Blessing of Memory, Mediations Before Kaddish

I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. —THOMAS MOORE

Our distance has lived in me like the aftermath of a bad dream-I carry it around, the knowledge that we were once close, that something was lost; it's the lingering sadness of unfinished business. (18)

In the wake of a human being's death, what survives is a set of afterglows, some brighter and some dimmer, in the collective brains of those who were dearest to them...Though the primary brain has been eclipsed, there is, in those who remain...a collective corona that still glows. - Douglas Hofstadter

What a very odd thing,' said Janie, 'to live and leave no mark.

Michel and Annette Muller's mother, snatched from her children at Beaune-la-Rolande, died at Auschwitz. And while it was the Nazis who wished her dead, it was the French who put her in harm's way.