Quotes About Remembrance

Friends were valued. Family—pack—was valued. And the loss of a member wasn't forgotten.

In the field of memory, land mines were buried everywhere, easily tripped.

I get out of the car to look at it. 1922–1989

Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder … to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, … these stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever. JOSHUA 4:5

Joy passed, but happiness never completely disappeared; a touch of it would always remain to remind one it had been there. It was happiness that made one smile, then.

The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love." from "Memoriam

Anyone who has lost a love to death can tell you about that fall. You wake from a hard-won sleep and be there warm and groggy and consider engaging the day. And then you remember. Half of you is not there, and never will be again. The person who focused all the disparate parts of you into a whole is gone. The agony is too much; you almost welcome the great slide ahead of you. But there is no oblivion in it. Only blackness and an endless well of red pain.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Il y avait un trou dans l'oreiller sur lequel sa tête avait reposé depuis dimanche. Tant que le corps était là, nous n'avions pas fait le ménage de la chambre. Les vêtements de mon père étaient encore sur la chaise. De la poche à fermeture éclair de la salopette, j'ai retiré une liasse de billets, la recette du mercredi précédent. J'ai jeté les médicaments et porté les vêtements au sale.

Sauver quelque chose du temps où l'on ne sera plus jamais. »

Im generally of the view that we should know the names of those who enacted and justified imperial power - but only if the glorifying can be supplemented with plaques that tell us the shameful histories of, for example active participation in the slave trade or highly successful and profitable lives extracted from slave plantations.

My sister and I wrote some songs together under a project called Sala Says Mhyp when I was 17. Sala is our cat. She died, and we wanted to do something in honor of our her. We were a proper cat family.

It is important never to forget our history, but parts of our history are more appropriately displayed in museums, not on government property.

They say the good you do lives after you. Bob is one of those who proves that.

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

Do not revive a grief I had forgotten.

Here my last love had died.

He was paying some tribute to things unforgotten.

Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.

Forgotten is forgiven.

But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Piensa en cuánto me quieres - había susurrado-. No te voy a pedir que me quieras siempre como ahora, pero sí te pido que lo recuerdes. Pase lo que pase, siempre quedará en mí algo de lo que soy esta noche