Quotes About Remembrance

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.

After all, God is God because he remembers.

No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.

Memory feeds a culture, nourishes hope and makes a human, human.

That is my major preoccupation --memory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

For the dead and the living, we must bear witness.

For the survivor who chooses to testify, it is clear: his duty is to bear witness for the dead and for the living. He has no right to deprive future generations of a past that belongs to our collective memory. To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.

I shall always remember that smile. From what world did it come from?

But if you stuck around long enough at the time, the dead and wounded piled up so quickly they squeezed one another off the narrow platforms of your memory.

Nothing is ever more appreciated than when it is remembered.

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

Mourn me with your efforts, with your hopes. Try simply to be good, to be what I have been among you: spirit. Live, life doesn't stop, the dead will die, the shadows pass; a man takes what he leaves, and one who has lived, lives on." -from "To Don Francisco Giner de los Rios

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Back in my own place, the sky burst in upon me from the window and I was reminded of a long-forgotten passage in War and Peace. Napoleon, walking through the battlefield, sees a dying soldier and, holding up the flag of France, declaims: "Do you know, my noble hero, that you have given your life for your country?" "Please! Please!" the soldier cries. "You are blotting out the sky.

Then some prayers from the Burial Service: and there with the floor-cloth under them and the tent above we buried them in their sleeping-bags—and surely their work has not been in vain.

this kindness returns me to myself. it reminds me of the kindness of other things i love

He couldn't help but wonder what people might say at his funeral, or at his father's, should it come to pass. He thought that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love. This was what he would strive for. To be remembered well. In the hearts of others is where we should strive to make our afterlives, he thought.

that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love.

El desierto] que parece recordar de todo lo que le ha pasado, que recuerda y que termina por destruir todo lo que le pasa.

I'm really not sure if others fail to perceive me or if, one fraction of a second after my face interferes with their horizon, a millionth of second after they have cast their gaze on me, they already begin to wash me from their memory: forgotten before arriving at the scant, sad archangel of a remembrance.

The sad and horrible conclusion is that no one cared that Jews were being murdered... This is the Jewish lesson of the Holocaust and this is the lesson which Auschwitz taught us.