Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!

I don’t want to be memorized for everyone. I want to stay real,endless and inchangeable for my parents, kids and their descendants.

There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with you.” – Martha Carrier to her daughter, Sarah Carrier

Never shame your comrades by letting their death get you killed

The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to, for sifting through the things...

The pile of stones thus marks both an act of deliberate remembrance, and an act of deliberate forgetting. They’re fond of paradox in that region.

I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered...

Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes, The Parian Statue, bending o’er the Urn, The dark robe floating, the dejection worn On the dropt eye, and lip no smile illumes; Not all this...

When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm my body or my soul, no friends I could open up...

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever talks about how much effort we...

A day doesn’t go by when I don’t look at them, she said. I can’t have them up on the kitchen refrigerator or in a frame in the bedroom–I just can’t do it, I just...

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world’s decay.

There are two ways to live a life either forget everything or, remember nothing.

You are remembered for the rules you break.

Remembrance is acknowledging that a life was lived …My father finally wrote out his memories for a reason. I took on a year of reading books for a reason. Because words are witness to life:...

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

Your pain is reminding you that the gift of life is tender and precious. Suffering cuts to the quick of aliveness.

We should have learned by now not to be surprised by kittypets.”Graystripe

I said out loud, “Damn you for saving yourself. How come you left me with nothing but to love you and hate you, and that’s gonna kill me, and you know it is.”Then I turned...

We all have an inner voice, our personal whisper from the universe. All we have to do is listen — feel and sense it with an open heart. Sometimes it whispers of intuition or precognition....

Any time gone by was better.

When someone dies they can be any age you remember can’t they ‘ she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued ‘You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were...

Remembering and ForgettingYou have not forgotten to remember; You have remembered to forget.But people can forget to forget. That is just as important as remembering to remember – and generally more practical.

Beauty exists not in what is seen and remembered, but in what is felt and never forgotten.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

I can’t give up my faith in the longpaws. I understand that we can’t rely on the longpaws to help us anymore. But one of us has to remember. One of us has to carry...

…we should be remembered for the things we do. The things we do are the most important things of all. They are more important than what we say or what we look like. The things...

I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness of the wood, feeling, as the poet did before me, that my companion would be with...

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never...

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

Young men think old men fools, old men know young men to be so.

Remember that any desire is tested; the greater the desire, the greater the tests.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It’s hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.

People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.

Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.

Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what never was. Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again.

Wie ich heimschritt bemerkte ich mit einemmal vor mir meinen eigenen Schatten so wie ich den Schatten des anderen Krieges hinter dem jetzigen sah. Er ist durch all diese Zeit nicht mehr von mir gewichen...

The mind thinks upon, processes, and remembers what the senses forget.

Art is their weapon against forgetting.

What’s strange about the whole thing is that although it’s riddled with nonsense, altogether it’s true – Julie’s told our story, mine and hers, our friendship, so truthfully. It is us. We even had the...

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

The Holy Spirit Asks that you accept the idea of one mind wholeheartedly, for this is the Correction to the error called ego. The ego was the belief in private minds with private thoughts, but...

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars” – she paused at remembered sweetness – “we were so foolish then…thinking there was a big ol’ world out there to conquer.