Quotes About Remembrance

So it's good and it's bad and it hurts, but I like thinking about him. If I think about him, he won't be completely gone either. Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

When this wave comes over me and I feel the hollow in my heart that's been there ever since my mum died. Loss does that to you, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

I was here. T.F I was here too. V.M

Several years ago, a boy I knew and loved killed himself.

And to the boy I loved who died too soon, but who left me a song. And in two weeks we'll fly again, perhaps a Chinese dinner then. You make me happy, you make me smile.

the thing i realize is that it is not what you take, it is what you leave

I imagine his little bones in his little grave, and it is the saddest thought in the world.

I was here too. VM.

Theodore FinchI 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 can never bring him back, and it might have been my fault. So it's good and it's bad and it hurts, but I like thinking about him. If I think about him, he won't be completely gone either. Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

I feel the hollow in my heart that's been there ever since my mom died. Loss does that, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

Every single evening, for over fifty years, Sylvia has said Kaddish—the prayer for the dead. She prays for her little friends Hava and Itka. Then she prays for all the others—uncles, cousins, neighbors, and strangers—who perished in the war. Their voices were silenced years ago. Now Sylvia has spoken up to remember them, and to share her memories so that we will never forget.

And in the end, he would become a memory, pressed in my heart like a leaf in my book.

Peter. Peter Kavinsky." Even saying his name is a remembered pleasure, something to savor, like a piece of chocolate dissolving on my tongue.

Cuando alguien se ha ido durante mucho tiempo, primero guardas todas las cosas que quieres decirles. Intentas mantener un seguimiento de todo en tu cabeza. Pero es como si trataras de aferrarte a un puñado de arena, todos los pequeños trozos se deslizan de tus manos y entonces sólo estás reteniendo polvo y aire. Es por eso que no puedes guardarlo todo así.

I don't want to forget any of this. The way he's looking at me at this very moment.

I'm so sorry. She had the most spirit of anyone I ever met. I'll miss her dearly.

A memory, pressed in my heart like a leaf in a book. I

I was thinking about her too. Even when she's not here, she's here. That girl has some kind of reach.

I don't want it to be like that with Peter. The farawayness of old feelings, like even when you try with all your might, you can barely make out his face when you close your eyes. No matter what, I always want to remember his face.

There is a tradition in Judaism that happiness and sorrow must be intermingled. On Passover, you are instructed to remove drops of wine before drinking it to lessen your pleasure. Each drop removed represents a tragedy that befell those who went before you. It's the same at weddings. The couple breaks a glass by stepping on it together. This is so they will remember past sorrows in the midst of their present joy.

As Long as we Keep telling stories about people we lost, they'll never go away. (from Bonus features 'Big Hero 6')

Oh yeah, pain. I think it's the same when we lose someone we love. It never stops hurting. But maybe it shouldn't. That pain, after all, is a souvenir of love.