Quotes About Remembrance

I would watch his footprints when he went and mourn him before he was gone.

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your

This is what happens. You put it away for a little while, and now and again you look in the closet for something else and you remember, and you think, soon. Then it becomes something that is just there, in the closet, and other things get crowded in front of it and on top of it and finally you don't think about it at all. The thing that was your bright treasure. You don't think about it. A loss you could not contemplate at one time, and now it becomes something you can barely remember.

I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.

My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie.

The only way to solace anyone who loved you in life is to be a good memory

To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves...We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget: that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love, and die.

It is the need to be remembered that has caused most of the trouble in the world

They think they can kill a continent—people, trees, buffalo—and then fly off to the moon and just forget about it. But you and me we're going to remember the people, the trees and the fucking buffalo. Goddammit.

The crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.

was the one who was left behind who did most of the missing.

what is not voiced scarcely exists; silence would gradually erase everything, and the memory would fade.

Epitaph, n. An inscription on a tomb, showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

In many instances nothing marked the spot where lay the vestiges of some poor mortal-who, leaving a large circle of sorrowing friends, had been left by them in turn-except a depression in the earth, more lasting than that in the spirits of the mourners.

Over all was that air of abandonment and decay which seems nowhere so fit and significant as in a village of the forgotten dead.

He tried to tell himself the dead are dead, but he knew Jenner had been right. Their ghosts stick in the minds of those that knew them, loved them, hated them. Those that killed them most of all.

Dogman and Dow, Tul and Grim, West and Pike. Six of them, stood in a circle and looking down at two piles of cold earth. Below in the valley, the Union were busy burying their own dead, Dogman had seen it. Hundreds of 'em, in pits for a dozen each. It was a bad day for men, all in all, and a good one for the ground. Always the way, after a battle. Only the ground wins. Shivers

Vengeance is a way of clinging to what we have lost. A wedge in the Last Door, and through the crack we can still glimpse the faces of the dead. We strain towards it with all our being, break every rule to have it, but when we clutch it, there is nothing there. Only grief.

What do we leave behind but things not done, not said, not finished? Empty clothes, empty rooms, empty spaces in the ones who knew us? Mistakes never made right and hopes rotted down to nothing?

Everyone you lost was still there with you, and so maybe no one was ever lost at all.

So many have wept for Jesus on His cross. As if no one else has ever suffered as He suffered. As if millions have not shuffled to worse deaths, and died unremembered.

First time I ever joint the Chorus," Don Lewiston said, "I forgot the face of my father

Quando cantamos juntos, cantamos por todos aqueles que nos amaram, mas que não estão aqui hoje. Cantamos à memória de cada minuto que tivemos na sua companhia.

I've already visited the lost and lonely place at the end of the world, and all I know is, the only way to keep going is to do the things the people you loved would've wanted you to do.