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!

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

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.