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!

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.

Erinnern, das heißt, eines Geschehens so ehrlich und rein zu gedenken, daß es zu einem Teil des eigenen Innern wird. Das stellt große Anforderungen an unsere Wahrhaftigkeit.”[Ansprache am 8. Mai 1985 in der Gedenkstunde im...

The difference between the one who remembers Allah and the one who doesn’t is like the living and the dead.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember...

The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.

Je n’ai gardé que d’excellents souvenirs de la maison paternelle; ce sont pour l’homme les plus précieux de tous, pourvu que l’amour et la concorde règnent un tant soit peu dans la famille. On peut...

I have to live if I want to be remembered.

Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it

In great deeds, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls… generations that know us not and that we...

Human beings do terrible things to each other and the tragic thing about it all is the way the remembrance of past hurt can rob us of our future and become the narrative of our...

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.

Friends come into our lives and friends leave our lives. But friends never leave our hearts. And best friends always get to stay in the best places in our hearts.

Not marble nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.When wasteful war shall statues overturnAnd broils roots out the...

Because in some other universe, you are me, I am you, and we are perfectly happy together. Or perhaps not… and just like this…

In November, when our nation remembers her fallen soldiers and honours the lost youth of my generation, the Prime Minister, government leaders and the hollow men of business affix paper poppies to their lapels and...

I’m out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I’m standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows.

The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d’une femme – Est plus long qu’une larme.)

Nothing is really lost in the World; everything is preserved.

A beadlet dribbles down her cheek to wake a wet remembrance where the insincere took hold to empty forth her wounded heart.

People will know you for who you are, but will remember you for what you have done. True leaders make long lasting impacts!

Our parents’ generation carried the past memorialized in paint, porcelain, and wood; we cast it off. Even our national history is remembered in terms of the worst we did, not the best.

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.

And it did me no good to recall particular conversations (if indeed these were particular conversations I was remembering so vividly, rather than inventions of my uneasy brain). Remembering clarified nothing.

What you remember saves you.

RIP, to those that are no longer here in Body, for they give our minds a lesson in eternity…

Dust everywhere… and out of that emerged this beautiful boy with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, holding his hand out to help me to my feet.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Io suuicien lui damo amo,” she said softly. “You are here in place of the friends I love.

It’s a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a glass that ran;Pleasure, with pain for leaven;Summer, with flowers that fell;Remembrance, fallen from heaven,And madness risen from...

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

I don’t think I could bear it. You’re everything to me, Elizabeth.

I sometimes think about old tombs and weedsThat interwreathe among the bones of kingsWith cold and poisonous berry and black flower:Or ruminate upon the skulls of steedsFrailer than shells and on those luminous wings -The...

This I have known, and these have come againWith echoing happiness in heart and brain;Time standing still, surrendering to meBeauty that otherwise would cease to be.

After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can’t control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it… Love, Viv

When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

The first and last weakness of his life, before him again. For a moment he felt himself blinded by his own memories; his own remembrances of the wits and wiles of Marian Halcombe that would...

Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory

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