Quotes About Remembrance

You don't quit loving somebody just on account of they're dead.

Quando morrem aqueles que amamos, temos de viver por eles. Temos de ver as coisas pelos seus olhos. Temos de lembrar como é que eles costumavam dizer as coisas, e usar as palavras que eles usavam. Temos de agradecer o facto de podermos fazer coisas que eles já não podem fazer, e também de sentir uma grande tristeza por isso acontecer.

Her alanda, as?l yenilgi, unutmakt?r, özellikle de sizi neyin gebertmiÅŸ olduÄŸunu unutmak.

You stick your finger in the water and you pull it out, and that is how much of a hole you leave when you're gone.

This Indian wife you have... - Had. She's dead. - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up an unhappy memory. - I can't remember anything unhappy about Destarte.

although the place a man leaves is in the hearts of those he leaves behind, and in his work, not upon a slab Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I carved a name on a slab and placed it there. I knew not the day of his birth, but gave that of his death. His name, too, I placed there, although the place a man leaves is in the hearts of those he leaves behind, and in his work, not upon a slab Ã¢â'¬Â¦

They were not all there. But no one found the words thoughtless or untrue; for Beth still seemed among them, a peaceful presence, invisible, but dearer than ever, since death could not break the household league that love made dissoluble.

Las personas buenas y muy queridas son las que mueren siempre.

Clear and strong as an actual presence, that remembrance flashed upon her in an instant, that example upheld her, and the true love defeated the false.

It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood. And now this brown-eyed child. Don't love it, Rachel told herself. Don't love anything that can be taken away.

a place where something so terrible had happened shouldn't continue to exist in the world. The earth itself shouldn't be able to abide it.

It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

Those complicated curls of hers remind me of the codicils to my poor dear Leslie's will.

The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God.

I have no recollection of that ever happening.

Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories...

6 de noviembre de 1906

Yes, she was lovely. But more than that, she was warm and funny and loving. Hot-tempered one moment, and laughing the next. And she could make a home anywhere. She carried a sort of security about with her. I can't think of a single person who didn't love her. I still think about her every day of my life. Sometimes she seems very dead. And other times, I can't believe that she isn't somewhere in the house and that a door won't open and she'll be there.

And in this life, nothing good is ever lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours forever

Laurence Binyon. He was Poet Laureate at the end of the Great War. He wrote it." "What did he write?" "They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

Que adiantava eu perguntar se ele se lembrava de uma coisa que ele queria se esquecer? Quem queria se lembrar era eu, que não queria construir nada de novo

How strong these people were to leave such a lasting impression.

The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.