Quotes About Remembrance

The only human disease is amnesia.

Once people are not here physically, the spiritual remains. We still connect, we can communicate, we can give and receive love and forgiveness. There is love after someone dies.

A trophy carries dust. Memories last forever.

That's why men need instant replays in sports. They've already forgotten what happened.

But the Earth holds ghosts, even of entire nations.

Let us drink together, fellows, as we did in days of yore. And still enjoy the golden hours that Fortune has in store; The absent friends remembered be, in all that's sung or said, And Love immortal consecrate the memory of the dead.

Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence.

And as on Tullia's tomb one lamp burned clear, Unchanged for fifteen hundred year...' He repeated the lines to himself, and was desolated to think of all the murdered past.

Nunca oí ni siquiera su voz -Es un dolor extraño. Quedo. -Morir de nostalgia por algo que no vivirás jamás.

Mourir et donner des noms, on ne fait sans doute rien de plus sincère, pendant tout le temps où on vit.

below. After the war had been won by Germany, it was supposed to become a shrine. There is a central circle with provision for an eternal flame in the center

the friends we've lost are not resting in earth, but they are buried in our heart, because God wants for them to be close to us forever.

Be at peace, darling, be at peace, be at peace. Do you remember me? Do you remember? You are, indeed, my only and my last love. Be at peace, I am with you. Think of me, I will be with you, because you and I did not love each other only for one moment, but forever. Do you remember me? Do you remember? Do you remember? And now I feel your tears. Be at peace. It is sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet for me to sleep.

Late people do not altogether leave us, she thought; they are still with us in memories such as that, wherever we are, no matter what time of day it was or how we were feeling, they were there, still shining the light of their love upon us.

When Emma was five, Mrs. Woodhouse died. Emma did not remember her mother. She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.

her daddy, as she called him, and of whom she thought at some point every day, every single day, and whom she had loved with all her heart.

One might forget so many exotic cheeses, he thought, but the memory of cheddar always remained.

Memories of that which we have lost are curious things - weeks, months, even years may pass without recollection of them and then, quite suddenly, something will remind us of a lost friend, or of a favourite possession that has been mislaid or destroyed, and then we think: Yes, that is what I have had and I have no longer

It had given her pleasure to do things for him in his lifetime, and now it was a pleasure to do things for his memory. But the memory of a father went only so far.

I'm very glad that Matthew phoned," he said. "I've been out of touch, you know. It's like that out here. You get caught up in your own life and you forget about family back home.

Non omnis moriar, said Horace's Odes—I shall not wholly die. Yes, and he was right. As long as people remembered, then death was not complete. Only if there were nobody at all left to remember would death be complete.

We must think of late people because I believe they're still with us—in a way. And so a late person can stay with you all your life, until it is your turn to become late too. And the late person doesn't want you to be miserable. A late person doesn't want you to think that your work is no use. A late person wants you to get on with life, to do things, to make good use of your time.

The stunned knight came upon a field Where nothing lived, just scattered skulls and bones. What battle had been fought, what did it yield? No one remembers why the screams and groans. Why are you mute field? Why overgrown with grasses of oblivion?

The friends we have lost do not repose under the ground...they are buried deep in our hearts. It has been thus ordained that they may always accompany us...