Quotes About Memorial

I have tattooed the names of my parents, my wife, my two kids, my brothers. Those are the most important ones for me.

After we covered Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now,' Brian May and Roger Taylor sent us a bottle of champagne and asked us if we'd sing it on stage during the 'We Will Rock You' musical on what would have been Freddie Mercury's 60th birthday.

I met Peter O'Toole for the first time at Dad's memorial service because my Dad didn't hang around with people like that when we were around. We didn't grow up with Richard Burton coming around to tea.

stirring of epitaphs, "Mort pour la liberté." After viewing a military cemetery near Ste.-Mère-Église, a soldier on August 28 scribbled lines from A. E. Housman in his diary: "The saviors come not home tonight: Themselves they could not save.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

For our tomorrow they gave their today' — theirs is the victory!

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Remember.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!

Baseball will miss Steinbrenner. He did a lot of great things-and some not so great-but it's a sad day for baseball, no doubt about it. He was a winner, and he made the Yankees a winner.

Through their deeds, the dead of battle have spoken more eloquently for themselves than any of the living ever could. But we can only honor them by rededicating ourselves to the cause for which they gave a last full measure of devotion.

The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

THAT FROM THESE HONORED DEAD WE TAKE INCREASED DEVOTION TO THAT CAUSE FOR WHICH THEY GAVE THE LAST FULL MEASURE OF DEVOTION;...

Fourscore and seven years ago...

On Memorial Day 1927, a march of some 1,000 Klansmen through the New York City borough of Queens turned into a brawl with the police. Several people wearing Klan hoods were arrested, one of them a young real estate developer named Fred Trump.

The French government employs teams of démineurs, roving bomb-disposal specialists, who respond to calls when villagers discover shells; they collect and destroy 900 tons of unexploded munitions each year. More than 630 French démineurs have died in the line of duty since 1946. Like those shells, the First World War itself has remained in our lives, below the surface, because we live in a world that was so much formed by it and by the industrialized total warfare it inaugurated.

John Kipling is still among the more than 400,000 British Empire dead from 1914–1918 whose resting place is not known.

some half-million pounds of First World War scrap is still collected from French and Belgian fields each year.

there is a tall marble memorial on which the names of their dead are listed.

Among the thin birch trees and simple flowers on the rough land of the Pentland Hills is set a tablet, like an ancient tomb stone, on the base of which has been carved the resonant Latin phrase et in arcadia ego. The words are the voice of the tomb: I, death, am here, in the midst of life.

It's not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.

to the late Mrs. Tsukamoto I offer my kansha—my gratitude and appreciation—for her work.