Quotes About Remembrance

Onaj tko je sav usplahiren zbog budu?e slave propušta shvatiti kako ?e svi koji ga pamte ubrzo biti mrtvi - kao i on.

Everything lasts for a day, the one who remembers and the remembered.

Both he that praiseth, and he that is praised; he that remembers, and he that is remembered, will soon be dust and ashes.

My thoughts always go back to the parents – here's their kid who wouldn't be coming back. I got this feeling all the way through. It didn't matter if I saw a dead American or German, I always figured he belonged to somebody. You knew somebody was going to miss him. - Forrest Guth

The only course open is to pledge myself to the cause of making sure that the things he died for are not forgotten.

Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore

El pasado es también el presente y el futuro. La nación que olvida está pérdida.

Vita enim mortuorum in memoria est posita vivorum.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the dead care?

I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.

To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again.

To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again, said the ancient Egyptians: not always what one might wish.

Such a cruel thing, memory. We can't remember what it is that we've forgotten. That we have been made to forget. That we've had to forget, in order to pretend to live here in a normal way.

Dearly beloved, gathered here together in this closed drawer, fading now, I miss you. I miss the missing, those who left earlier. I miss even those who are still here. I miss you all dearly. Dearly do I sorrow for you.

The pile of stones thus marks both an act of deliberate remembrance, and an act of deliberate forgetting. They're fond of paradox in that region.

I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.

We can't remember what it is that we've forgotten. That we have been made to forget.

It disturbs me that he can remember some of these things about himself, but not others; that the things he's lost or misplaced exist now only for me. If he's forgotten so much, what have I forgotten?

WITHOUT MEMORY, there is no debt. Put another way: without story, there is no debt.

I will bend, I will touch the ground, or as close to it as I can get without rupture. I will lay a wreath of invisible money on her grave.

He'd forgotten what delight felt like.

violated by bloodshed and gluttony and pride and disdain. Say their Names.

They are entering the forest of amnesia, where things have lost their names.