Remembrance Quotes

Déjà vu is simply remembrance of the future.

Anyone who's read all of Proust plus The Man withour Qualities is bound t be missing out on a few other titles.

Prayerful life, blessed life.

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.

It’s a sad fact that some people are only remembered once they’re dead.

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 lives.

Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it

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.

In our life there is one side which is finite and another side which is infinite. I want you to think about both the sides and design the best life and stand in their true values.

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

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

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

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.

Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.

I would prefer to believe that things possess the power of recall, of recollection. That things are memoirs of the existences that once were theirs, if only we knew how to read them.

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

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

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

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

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.

She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away.

It's the journey that matters, soak it in. Learn lessons out of it. Impact positively so that if you never get to your destination, at least you'd leave a legacy to be remembered.

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

The Scars come before the Stars.

Remembrance is a strange thing. With love its pain is bearable. With bitterness it simply destroys.

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

We cling to the most painful reminders of our youth, our memories or our injuries, perhaps so we can look back to our former selves, console them, and say: Keep going. I know how the story ends.

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

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.

Feeling like I had to lose you for the second time...” He shook his head, and I thought I saw tears under his eyes. “I don’t think I could bear it. You’re everything to me, Elizabeth.

A happy moment can last a lifetime if you remember to smile when you think of it.

Never shame your comrades by letting their death get you killed

Let the darkness transform into rockacross the wilderness of my memory

So you would kill Old Ireland?” Anna Livia said. “You would kill yourself, for without Old Ireland, you wouldn’t 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

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

Leaving the world without keeping an heirloom is a degradation of the divine purpose.

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.

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