Quotes About Remembrance

As America celebrates Memorial Day, we pay tribute to those who have given their lives in our nation's wars.

In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row.

In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you, from falling hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow/Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep/though poppies grow In Flanders Fields

And yet, the second time had blocked out the first time, and I didn't like to think that it hadn't been the first time.

didn't understand how lucky I was to have her until she was gone.

Because Tarik was dead.

She had Discernment to forsee, and avoid all those Ills which might attend the Loss of her Reputation, but was wholly blind to those of the Ruin of her Virtue; and having managed her Affairs so as to secure the one, grew perfectly easy with the Remembrance, she had forfeited the other.

Named softly as the household name of one whom God had taken.

I don't have any control over what memories I get, when I get them. Except every single one of them is something I would have rather forgotten. -- "Erase, Erase, Erase

Perfidious candle-flicker," he said in a hush. "Remember me.

She shoved the thought of Genie's giant bright lost eyes into the same box where she kept the memories of Leah, Carver, her mother and father, and Papa Georges.

By the elements, by the ten directions. I have not forgotten. My name is Jacob Dust, and I have not forgotten.

—And Friday, my dear Friday, died of measlesseventeen years ago come March.

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

All that remains is regret for what might have been. It is like standing in the ashes of a fire you once approached to warm your body a little, but which burned you to the bone instead. Now the ashes are cold, and sometimes you remember that even when your hand was in the flames, you still had a terrible need to thrust it deeper.

Just because you forget the world does not mean that the world forgets you.

Cuando amas a alguien, nunca se termina... Sigues adelante, porque tienes que hacerlo, pero lo llevas contigo en tu corazón.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

But after he tells you how they died, I want you to remember how they lived(...)

Remember me at Winterlong.

I breathe in and I remember you. I breathe out and remember you, I'll always remember everything.