Quotes About Remembrance

Sometimes, honoring the memory of what we've lost is the only redemption we have.

If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is forever England.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead!There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

Some friends—their eyes, their touch, their words—cannot be erased from our memory.

I have written about moonlight bathing the Taj and the sun beating down on the Coromandel coast—and so have others—but who will celebrate little Fosterganj? And so I decided to write this account of the friends I made there—a baker, a banker, a pickpocket, a hare-lipped youth, an old boozer of royal descent, and a few others—to remind myself that there had been such a place, and that it had once been a part of my life.

We said goodbye. 'Remember this day, Ruskin,' said my father. He patted me gently on the head and walked away. I never saw him again. Three months later I heard that he had passed away in the military hospital in Calcutta. I dream of him sometimes, and in my dream he is always the same, caring for me and leading me by the hand along old familiar roads.

The the Shoah involved millions of people, it was a unique experience for each of them.

It is strange how, once graves are broken and overgrown in this way, then the people in them are truly dead. The Indian Christian graves at the front of the cemetery, which are still kept up by relatives, seem by contrast strangely alive, contemporary

They carved your name into the stone and then they put it in the ground, I run my fingers through the grooves When no one's around

To live without leaving a mark is a terrible thing. To die forgotten is even worse.

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

Grief is the tribute we pay the dead," she said, matter-of-fact sympathy in her voice. "But they don't ask more than we can afford to give. They've never really gone from us, you know, those we love; they're part of our story, and we of theirs.

and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive.

History is a people's memory, and without a memory, a man is demoted to the lower animals.

Swiftly the remembrance of all things is buried in the gulf of eternity.

All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion.

People who are excited by posthumous fame forget that the people who remember them will soon die too. And those after them in turn. Until their memory, passed from one to another like a candle flame, gutters and goes out.

As surgeons have ever their knives and instruments at hand for the sudden emergencies of their art, so do you keep ready the principles requisite for understanding things divine and human, and for doing all things, even the least important, in the remembrance of the bond between the two. For in neglecting this, you will scant your duty both to Gods and men.

Close to forgetting it all, close to being forgotten.

to conclude the matter, what is even an eternal remembrance? A mere nothing. What then is that about which we ought to employ our serious pains? This one thing, thoughts just, and acts social, and words which never lie, and a disposition which gladly accepts all that happens, as necessary, as usual, as flowing from a principle and source of the same kind.

Está cerca que tú te olvides de todo y también lo está que todos te olviden.

all things soon pass away and become a mere tale, and complete oblivion soon buries them. And I say this of those who have shone in a wondrous way.

How quickly all things disappear, in the universe the bodies themselves, but in time the remembrance of them;

Even if it were possible for you to be remembered eternally, what is remembrance worth to you? Nothing. What, then, should we strive for in life? Right thoughts, beneficial actions, honest speech, and a cheerful disposition. These things are in harmony with, and flow from, the eternal Source of all.