Quotes About Remembrance

Words can be said in a moment that will not be forgotten in years.

My mother spoke, alive again inside my brain...She spoke and I listened to her, because I was afraid if I didn't her voice would gradually fade away, an evanescent wraith of a thing that would narrow to a pinpoint of light and then go out, lost forever, like the Tinker Bell if no one clapped for her.

I don't care that much about getting older, but I don't want to be forgotten, because to be remembered is to live and to be loved.

Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me.

High on their posthumous pedestals, the dead become hard to see.

Marina wouldn't want to be remembered because she dead. She would want to be remembered because she's good.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.

I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while somewhere out there my dearest friends are dropping from exhaustion or being knocked to the ground.

No matter what I'm doing, I cant help thinking about those who are gone. I catch myself laughing and remember that it's a disgrace to be so cheerful... This gloom will pass.

Dead people receive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude

I'm left with one consolation, small though it may be: my fountain pen was cremated, just as I would like to be some day.

That is something we must never forget; although others may show heroism in the war or against the Germans, our helpers display heroism in their cheerfulness and affection.

Launched by Emma Thompson in 2006, annefranktree.com is a site where people can choose a virtual leaf and link up with a community of people who feel connected to Anne Frank.

I want to go on living even after death

No matter what I'm doing, I can't help thinking about those who are gone. I catch myself laughing and remember that it's a disgrace to be so cheerful.

Ode to My Fountain Pen In Memoriam My

I want to go on living even after my death!

Freitag, 20. November 1942 Bei allem, was ich tue, muss ich an die anderen denken, die weg sind. Und wenn ich wegen etwas lachen muss, höre ich erschrocken wieder auf und denke mir, dass es eine Schande ist, so fröhlich zu sein. Aber muss ich denn den ganzen Tag weinen? Nein, das kann ich nicht und sie wird wohl auch wieder vorbeigehen, diese Niedergeschlagenheit.

If you haven't already, you will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and you never completely get over the loss of a deeply beloved person. But this is also good news. The person lives forever, in your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through, and you learn to dance with the banged-up heart.

The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.

History is amoral: events occurred. But memory is moral; what we consciously remember is what our conscience remembers. History is the Totenbuch, The Book of the Dead, kept by the administrators of the camps. Memory is the Memorbucher, the names of those to be mourned, read aloud in the synagogue.

History is amoral: events occurred. But memory is moral; what we consciously remember is what our conscience remembers.

The tombstones smashed in Hebrew cemeteries and plundered for Polish sidewalks; today bored citizens, staring at their feet while waiting for a bus, can still read the inscriptions.