Quotes About Memorial

monuments of historic achievement

Soldiers' graves are the greatest preachers of peace.

If you're going to come to D.C. and it's your first time here, see the view from the bottom of the Washington Monument, looking out over the Reflecting Pool to the Lincoln. And see the Jefferson Memorial. It's so beautiful and such a part of the history of the city.

Washington and Lincoln mean as much to us as any two men could mean to a civilization, a people, and age, but I told Mr. Coolidge when he dedicated this monument that this rock is being carved with a monument that will outlive our government.

To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

No man wants more war if he's planned memorial services for fallen comrades, carried their flag-draped caskets off a plane, and buried them at Arlington National Cemetery.

Jan. 31, 2019 will forever be Caleb 'Sweethands' Plant Day!

In my seaside town, there is a plethora of benches, each one bearing a little brass plate commemorating a deceased occupant. You sit with ghosts.

I want a state funeral with bells ringing across the land! Then I'd love the congregation to do the hokey cokey and for can-can girls to dance down the aisle. I've already bought the plot in Worcestershire next to my parents.

Sen. Akaka's care, empathy and compassion were evident to everyone who knew him.

When they were working on the movie 'Lone Survivor,' all I cared about was that it was done right to honor all of the guys.

This monument is going to be built as a symbol.

Steve Jobs now rests with the sublime satisfaction of symbolic immortality.

The war is over. They just signed the armistice. Eleven o'clock this morning, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

Poems and epitaphs are but stuff, Here lies Bob Barras and that's enough.

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, Lilies and laurels over them we lay, And violets o'er each unforgotten head.

provides a handy and interesting passage to the Holocaust memorial

Much good may honour do them when they're dead

The world went on. People left and people died and people went to memorial services and put orange blocks of cheese into their purses. People confessed to you that they were hungry all the time. And then you got up in the morning and pretended that none of it had happened.

Poetry was nothing but words to say over a grave, something to throw into a hole in the ground.

On Decoration Day, while everyone else in town was at the cemetery decorating the graves of our Glorious War Dead, Willie Beaner and me, Robert Burns Hewitt, took Mabel Cramm's bloomers and run them up the flagpole in front of the town hall. That was the beginning of all my troubles.

The name of the exhibit that my body is in, here with good ol' Sergeant Stubby, is The Price of Freedom. When they point from the other side of the glass, Freedom isn't free, I hear the patriots say. Blah, blah, blah. They're right, but not for the reasons they think they are. The Great War cost me a lot, and although it's not a competition, on this, the eve of my centenary, I can honestly conclude that it cost Whit more.

An Arundel Tomb"

The elemental human desire to add meaning and permanence to life-to avoid the fate rendered by Dante as no more memorial/ Than foam in water or smoke upon the wind - take on additional depth and urgency for those who have intense moods and brooding dispositions.