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.

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.