Quotes About Remembrance

Now I can rejoice that I knew you, rather than mourn because I lost you.

Much had been lost during the centuries, for men seldom bother to preserve the commonplace articles of everyday life.

If we are unable to download, remember us.

In every garden grows one single rose so perfect that once the frost takes it, no other can grow there again. My rose is and will ever be my Edilyn. And I shall never stop mourning her. Illarion's Tattoo

Once a possum was cooked in the house, people said, twenty years later you could smell it….

And isn't it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? … First him, and then his memory. …

They are dead, all of them. I am caught and tangled around by their doings. It is as if their lives left a weaving of invisible threads in the air of this house, of this town, of this county. And I stumbled and fell into them.

And isn't it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? ... First him, and then his memory. . . .

The universal odour of bookshop, closed all night on the mildews of its ranked treasures, brought a past life before him - as is said to happen in drowning. But how, he wondered, entering and taking up a book, and even breathing it in to sustain remembrance, could one ever verify or explode the myth, except by drowning.

You keep thinking of the little children," Eleanor said to Theodora, "but I can't forget that lonely little companion

My father had a good reputation. Not that anyone ever thought of it when he was alive.

I don't want to talk about you, or to hear others talk about you. It's a cliche, of course: we talk about the dead in order to remember them, in order to keep them, in the only way we can, alive. But I have found that the more people say about you, for example those who spoke at the memorial - people who loved you, people who knew you well, people who were very good with words - the further you seem to slip away, the more like a hologram you become.

It would undo me, I think, to glimpse some familiar piece of clothing, or a certain book or photograph, or to catch a hint of your smell. And I don't want to be undone like that, oh my God, not with your widow standing by.

Since I first heard about your death, haven't I often felt like someone living with one foot in madness. Early on, there were times when I would find myself somewhere without remembering how I got there, when I'd leave home on some errand only to forget what it was.

I still think about him all the time. I just sobbed for an age when I found the note I wrote about his death buried in my computer.

Pero yo, incluso mucho antes de haber tenido tiempo de meditar detenidamente, comprendí que no debíamos olvidar. SI todos nosotros olvidábamos, podía volver a ocurrir lo mismo al cabo de veinte, cincuenta o cien años

The last surviving slave from the last arriving slaver died in 1935, in a suburb of Mobile, Alabama.

The remains of sixty thousand young seamen now lay at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. More men had died there in the five years of the Second World War than in all of the conflicts in the ocean since the first Romans had set out on their invading expeditions nearly two thousand years before.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.

Piety in regard to the dead: to do everything for what does not exist.

Matilda Briggs was not the name of a young woman, Watson, said Holmes in a reminiscent voice. It was a ship which is associated with the giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared.

A nation that forgets its past has no future

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.