Quotes About Memorial

I think of the story of Hachik? the Akita, who used to go to Tokyo's Shibuya Station to meet the train that brought his master home from work every day—until one day the man died suddenly and Hachik? waited in vain. But the next day, and every day after that, for nearly ten years, the dog appeared at the station to meet the train at the usual hour.

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.

It was a downy town, a drowsy town, a town of security and tradition, which still believed in Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, Memorial Day, and to which May Day was not an occasion for labor parades but for distributing small baskets of flowers.

None of your power follows you through life.

John Glenn's life will long be remembered for his time in space, his courage, and his service to all Americans.

Everything I do in my life I do to make my mum and dad proud. I want to carry on in my dad's footsteps and make sure that his legacy lives on forever.

The best gift your true friends will ever give you is carry your casket with respect. So be good to those you consider exceptional.

Don't take anything for granite. That's what tombstones are made of.

granite because that's what tombstones are made of.

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army. Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two.

The seventh-day Sabbath is in no uncertainty. It is God's memorial of his work of creation. It is set up as a heaven-given memorial, to be observed as a sign of obedience. God wrote the whole law with his finger on two tables of stone.—Selected Messages, book 3, p. 318.

The importance of the Sabbath as a memorial of creation is that it keeps ever present the true reason why worship is due to God,"—because He is the Creator, and we are His creatures.

For all my malamute friends, past and present

Live to leave behind you positive legacies that will outlive you. Because surely, you will be gone someday, no matter who/what/where you are currently. Oh! Yes, no human lives forever including you. As a matter of fact, we all are here (on earth) for a while. Now, I guess that is a reasonable reason why you should strive to leave behind you positive legacies that will be speaking for you, for years/forever after your demise.

No buffalo has been known to have die without living its horns behind for posterity. Yes! i.e. you shouldn't live and die without leaving your footprints behind for posterity. So, endeavour to leave your footprints behind.

No buffalo has been known to have died without living its horns behind for posterity. Yes! i.e. you shouldn't live and die without leaving your footprints behind for posterity. So, endeavour to leave your footprints behind.

Rituals are more important than we think. Not for the dead, but I think it's the best way to help ourselves accept what happened, and draw a line under it.

it was nonsense that people gave so many flowers when someone died and had never thought to take them a bouquet when they were alive!

There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.

Someone told me just recently that poets are eulogists. It's their job, to eulogize. I didn't know that, but it makes sense. Because in almost every poem of mine there is a loss.

If you're going to have a Hall of Fame, you've got to have Owen Hart in the Hall of Fame.

The real heroes were my good buddies who died during the battles.

I can't count how many of my friends are in the cemetery at Normandy, the heroes are still there, the real heroes.

It's not a graveyard, Mr Watson, it's a cemetery.