Quotes About Remembrance

If a man owes me money, I never seem to forget. But if I do the owing, I somehow never remember.

Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.

The day after tomorrow you'll say that only the day before you saw someone who no longer exists. He stays in your memory for a split second and then vanishes.

Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.

People will forget me pretty quick.

It's my mother's engagement ring so I thought it was quite nice because obviously she's not going to be around to share any of the fun and excitement of it all - this was my way of keeping her close to it all.

I will raise a book to Brian Thomsen.

'Never again' is the rallying cry for all who believe that mankind must speak out against genocide.

I named my son after Randy Rhoads - Rhoads Morello.

To this day, I am saddened by Ranger Tillman's death, as I am for the loss of every service member I served with, and for the pain such losses cause each family.

I am not a German bitter-ender. I am, though, a German never-forgetter.

We abide by our responsibility as Germany for the Shoah.

You don't go to Gettysburg with a shovel, you don't take belt buckles off the Arizona.

Forgetfulness - a gift of God bestowed upon debtors in compensation for their destitution of conscience.

God bless my mother; I know you're looking down on me.

May God bless Trayvon Martin's soul, his family.

You hope people are going to be listening to you after you're gone. And they like you better after you're gone.

It sure is a nice feeling to know that people will remember you after you're gone, that you'll manage to be a little bit of history.

I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead. (I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

Every hour is another syllable in your epitaph.

When Jesus said, "Do this in remembrance of me" (1 Corinthians 11:24) he was not prescribing a periodic slug of nostalgia.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.

Everyone called it losing Mother, but she wasn't lost. She was gone, and no matter where I went—another town, another country, Fairyland, or Gnome Caverns—I wouldn't find her.