Quotes About Remembrance

His skin is the color of the leaves, the most beautiful ones I collect and blow into piles around my headstone.

I wish there was a word that meant goodbye for someone who was already gone.

After you died, I got a puppy. I wear your clothes and tease her sometimes, in case you come back.

We grieve because we have loved. We grieve because the person we have lost mattered to us. To say that grief should disappear on a neat timetable is an insult to the love we felt.

Letters are among the most significant memorial a person can leave behind them.

I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.

It is infamy to die, and not be missed.

I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

That which resembles most living one's life over again, seems to be to recall all the circumstances of it; and, to render this remembrance more durable, to record them in writing.

She has forgotten dying.

Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

Do you still miss Gran?" I ask him as we head toward New Clairmont. "Because I miss her. We never talk about her." "A part of me died," he says. "And it was the best part.

My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss, then, for an hour or two. My grandmother, my grandmother. Gone forever, though I could smell her Chanel perfume on the fabrics.

I mean, when I die, throw my ashes in the water of the tiny beach. Then when you miss me, you can climb up here, look down, and think how awesome I was.

Do you still miss Gran?" I ask him as we head toward New Clairmont. "Because I miss her. We never talk about her." "A part of me died," he says. "And it was the best part." "You think so?" I ask "That is all there is to say about it," says Granddad.

There's nothing in our whole house that says he ever lived with us, except me. Why are you allowed to erase my father and I'm not allowed to " "Erase yourself?" Mummy says.

Funerals were held for Gatwick Matthew Patil, Mirren Sinclair Sheffield and Jonathan Sinclair Dennis.

But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.

It is well to be remembered with love. It is not so very dreadful to be forgotten entirely. But if we shall resent anything on earth at all, we shall resent the consecration of a deserted room.

There's a particular type of alone you feel when in a room with someone who's no longer alive, she's discovering now, and it is the worst kind.

those who willfully refuse to remember become moral monsters.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.