Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Tags: inspiration stars remembrance starlight
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Thomas CampbellTags: death memory epitaph remembrance immortality
You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
Jane AustenTags: past pleasure elizabeth-bennet remembrance
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
Antonio PorchiaTags: life death hope memory remembrance immortality
When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.
Sara ZarrTags: memories remembrance story-of-a-girl
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 know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and done for them, shall come to this deathless field, to ponder and dream; and lo! the shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap them in its bosom, and the power of the vision pass into their souls.
Joshua Lawrence ChamberlainTags: war remembrance visions
Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
Terry PratchettTags: death remembrance immortality
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 we have done and the things we have left undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are becoming. But again and again we avoid the long thoughts….We cling to the present out of wariness of the past. And why not, after all? We get confused. We need such escape as we can find. But there is a deeper need yet, I think, and that is the need—not all the time, surely, but from time to time—to enter that still room within us all where the past lives on as a part of the present, where the dead are alive again, where we are most alive ourselves to turnings and to where our journeys have brought us. The name of the room is Remember—the room where with patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously to remember the lives we have lived.
Frederick BuechnerTags: memory remembrance remembering
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
Vladimir NabokovTags: love infatuation memory recollection remembrance
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
Czesław MiłoszTags: living dead remembrance reminiscence
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