Quotes About Remembrance

The secret, which is not so secret after all, is that the people who we love live on in our hearts, in the beat of our blood.

The dead live as long as someone who loves them lives.

we forget our good actions only slowly, and in fact never truly forget them.

cousa é não achar já quem se lembre de meus pais, e de que modo me há de encarar o próprio esquecimento.

TO THE FIRST WORM TO GNAW THE COLD FLESH OF MY CORPSE I TENDERLY DEDICATE THESE POSTHUMOUS MEMOIRS

O louvor dos mortos é um modo de orar por eles.

Taking off your shoes is a sacred ritual. It is a hallowed moment of remembering the goodness of space and time. It is a way of celebrating the holy ground on which you stand.

Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

Life went on. And it was quite usual to see young people taking a boat out over the quiet water of the lake in Lough Glass at night. Stevie and Kit took the little box of ashes and sprinkled it in the water. The moon was high in the sky and they didn't feel sad. It wasn't really a funeral. All that was over, in London and years ago … the first time. This wasn't a sad thing, it was just the right thing to do.

He had even forgotten

It was true what they had been saying: if people remember you, then you're not dead. It was very comforting.

199. For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

The sound that comes out of him is choked and smothered, like that of an animal forced to bear a great weight. It is a noise of disbelief, of anguish. Anges will never forget it. At the end of her life, when her husband has been dead for years, she will still be able to summon its exact pitch and timbre.

Remember Oaxaca? The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

Shed not for her a bitter tear; Nor give the heart to vain regret. Tis but the casket that lies here; the gem that fills it sparkles yet.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.

We are so sorry to hear the sad news. He(She) will be Always in our thoughts, Forever in our prayers Eternally in our memories

According to Plato, we don't learn anything. Our soul has lived so many lives that we know everything. Teachers and education can only remind us of what we already know.