Quotes About Remembrance

ÄŒovek koji se ne pamti, prijatelju moj, nije ni postojao.

?ovek ostavlja sebe svuda gde je voleo. Onoga koga volimo, uvek možemo na?i tu gde smo zajedno bili.

My daddy has a chain five miles long, on each link a heart for a lover he has lost.

What other half-buried things did I know about my own grief and wife that, if asked about directly, I could surrender? That for several years I kept Clare's mobile phone active because I didn't want anyone else to take her phone number. That during the time before I released the number, I sent her texts from work, only to come home and read them on the phone that was always charging by her side of the bed.

Nothing is emptier than an empty house. The vacant kitchen chair, the imprint on a sofa cushion, the pillow unsplayed with hair, absent of scent. An unspoken thought, an unshared laugh, the silence of no footsteps, no sighs, no breaths.

Mexico is a cemetery for secrets.

He wishes Marie were here, that's all. No one who hasn't missed a beloved spouse will ever know the literal meaning of the word "heartache

The past isn't in the past. It's always with us. In our history. Our minds, our blood.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to life as long as God himself

Happiness, whether in business or private life, leaves little trace in history.

Immortality is to live your life doing good things, and leaving your mark behind.

Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

Live a life worth remembering.

Words have a longer life than deeds.

I shall remember the look in Margot's eyes all my life.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

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

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

I want to leave a souvenir of my life.

The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet unselfish act is now a perfumed flower.

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