Quotes About Remembrance

O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

Remember us better than we are.

Happy Birthday, Thomas Hayward. Unfortunately he's dead, he would have been 177 today. Only a year younger than me.

Patriots built Auschwitz. You start believing that "my country wrong or right" shit, and it always ends up at the same place: a pit filled with bones.

Sometimes he would forget her, but in forgetting he would remember her again, and the ache for her would return with a vengeance.

In the space of one night, [I] had gone through the possessions of my dead wife and child, sorting, discarding, smelling the last traces of them that clung to their clothing like the ghosts of themselves.

At times I've got a really big ego. But I'll tell you the best thing about me. I'm some guy's dad I'm some little gal's dad. When I die, if they say I was Annie's husband and Zachary John and Anna Kate's father, boy, that's enough for me to be remembered by. That's more than enough.

The very essence of civilized culture is that we deliberately erect monuments and memorials, lest we forget...

I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.

Yet though these ways be lost, thou hast left one, Which is, immoderate grief that she is gone. But we may 'scape that sin, yet weep as much; Our tears are due because we are not such. Some tears, that knot of friends, her death must cost, Because the chain is broke, but no link lost.

Where'e're I go, my Soul shall stay with thee: 'Tis but my Shadow I take away...

Memory is a rascal.

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

[On her mother, who died when Hutton was 4:] I hardly remember her, but I have missed her all my life.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

There's a magical part of it (writing obituaries), too, which is you're trying to breathe life back into someone who has just died. You're trying to conjure them up.

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

Never forget is not something you say on a prescribed day; if it is real it is something you live the rest of your life

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

Man is the only creature we know, that, when the term of his natural life is ended, leaves the memory of himself behind him.

There is a law of time, a law of oblivion: glory to the dead; life to the living.

What I leave behind has a life of its own.

I think that there are few people in one's life that you never really feel that they're gone. I have to remind myself that she isn't around.

Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.