Quotes About Remembrance

In these small things she felt his absence, not his presence

She remembers the pain of losing him, but she smiles at the happiness he brought her, cherishing the joy she felt at his side.

But no - I was his wife, and it was my duty to share his pain as I shared his success. I walked out the front door and joined him on the sidewalk, slipping my hand into his like a thread into a needle; and together we looked up at this sign, once the embodiment of a dream, now merely a remembrance of it.

Yet sometimes it seems the world is more moved by the death of one white priest than by the passing of hundreds, thousands, of Hawaiians. Everyone knows Damien's name now, but will anyone remember these girls, other than you and me?

Continents of memory had been lost.

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

These days, though, he'd lowered his sights and if he thought about what might be after death at all it was in terms of how he'd be remembered, or else how he'd be forgotten.

And he was silent again, for who is not silent when someone is dead, who was a small bright boy?

This book is dedicated to Iron Man. Tony Stark stopped Thanos and saved us all and I, for one, will never forget the sacrifice he made. Also to Natasha Romanoff for yeeting herself off that cliff.

They are begging us, you see, in their wordless way, To do something, to speak on their behalf Or at least not to close the door again. Lost people of Treblinka and Pompeii! "Save us, save us", they seem to say, "Let the god not abandon us Who have come so far in darkness and in pain. We too had our lives to live. You with your light meter and relaxed itinerary, Let not our naive labours have been in vain!

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.

I'd seen pictures of the wall online, but nothing prepared me fr seeing it in person. It was a deep scar in the earth and looked like a long black mirror reflecting the puffy white clouds, the blue sky, the trees and grass. It reflected the things people left at its base -- small flags and stuffed animals and photographs. And it reflected the faces of the people who stood in front of it, looking, pointing, weeping. It reflected me.

requiem sermon

Dianne Marie Teresa Cole

Every day we must turn again to God's acts of salvation, so that we can again move forward…. Faith and obedience live on remembrance and repetition. Remembrance becomes the power of the present because of the living God who once acted for me and who reminds me of that today.

In questo caso il ricordo di lui mi ritornava, allora mi fermavo e nel silenzio della notte a voce alta chiedevo: Dormi? Ma lui non rispondeva. Effettivamente dormiva, però lontano, sotto le crode, in un cimitero di montagna, e con gli anni nessuno si ricordava più di lui, nessuno gli portava fiori.

Those long remembered can alone claim to be long forgotten.

The wise men say that the remembrance of things past is all that we have for the future, and am I to blame if I've turned up this time as I shouldn't have been, when it was a high soprano I wanted, and deep corn curls to my bum, with a womb as of a fishing schooner? And what do I get but a face on me like an old child's bottom - is that happiness, do you think?

Once in the war I saw a dead horse that had been lying long against the ground. Time and the birds and its own last concentration had removed the body a great way from the head. As I looked upon the head, my memory weighed for the lost body; and because of that missing quantity even heavier hung that head along the ground. So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight.

So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight

For a lover who dies, no matter how forgotten, will take somewhat of you to the grave.

The majority of my symphonies are tombstones. Too many of our people died and were buried in places unknown to anyone, not even their relatives. It happened to many of my friends. Where do you put the tombstones for Meyerhold or Tukhachevsky? Only music can do that for them. Looking back, I see nothing but ruins, only mountains of corpses... I'm not exaggerating, I mean mountains... I'm sad, I'm grieving all the time.

It's so unfair. People suffered, worked, thought. So much wisdom, so much talent. And they're forgotten as soon as they die. We must do everything possible to keep their memories alive, because we will be treated in the same way ourselves.