Top 100 Memories Death Quotes
#1. I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
Carl Sandburg
#2. It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.
Dean Koontz
#3. Life is like a dream, when you wake up,
you only have memories.
Sheeja Jose
#4. The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.
Frank Beddor
#5. No one will sing songs in our memory. We are the last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Our traditions and memories live only in these Annals. We are our own mourners.
Glen Cook
#6. The dead have nothing except the memory they've left.
Ferenc Molnar
#7. Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.
Leonid Andreyev
#9. Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#10. Don't order any black things. Rejoice in his memory; and be radiant: leave grief to the children. Wear violet and purple. Be patient with the poor people who will snivel: they don't know; and they think they will live for ever, which makes death a division instead of a bond.
George Bernard Shaw
#11. Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.
Simone De Beauvoir
#12. I know that we live after death and again and again, not in the memory of our children, or as a mulch for trees and flowers, however poetic that may be, but looking passionately and egocentrically out of our eyes.
Brenda Ueland
#13. Time, the thing we can't beat back ... Yet, time is also what it takes to heal, what it takes for certain memory cells to die.
Maybe time doesn't heal. Maybe it doesn't even pass. We pass through time, and come out stunned, so rage, and memory, are blurred.
Kiana Davenport
#14. When the dead betray the living, the victims are memories.
The Book of Brin
Michael J. Sullivan
#15. What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing?
A.B. Shepherd
#16. She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.
Graham Greene
#17. Losing never come easy. First off, preserved the memories.
Hlovate
#18. If there is a single theme that dominates all my writings, all my obsessions, it is that of memory-because I fear forgetfulness as much as hatred and death.
Elie Wiesel
#19. People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
Haruki Murakami
#20. Let every man in mankind's frailtyConsider his last day; and let nonePresume on his good fortune until he findLife, at his death, a memory without pain.
Sophocles
#21. They burnt down the whole palace and they laughed menacingly. The shadows of the dreams and memories they burnt alive walked all over the ruins, trying to hold on to the charred pieces of their body.
Akshay Vasu
#22. In all the heroic tales, dying soldiers saw their lives pass before their eyes. No, Martin realized. The memories were just running like rats from a sinking ship, down the ropes only to drown. He watched the backs of their heads.
J.P. Moore
#23. The earth doesn't care where death occurs ... It's the artist, by coming in and writing about it or painting it or taking a photograph of it, that makes the earth powerful and creates death's memory. Because the land will not remember by itself, but the artist will.
Sally Mann
#24. Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
Robert Breault
#25. There is no unstoppable force but time, no impenetrable object except that which separates us from the past.
James Rozoff
#26. 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.
Kellie Elmore
#27. So many people choose silence after the immediate wake of a death out of fear of saying something out of turn or "bringing up bad memories" that bereaved people often feel forgotten.
Mallory Ortberg
#28. Time softens memories, sanding down the rough edges of death.
Amy Harmon
#29. He was now working his way through the many shades of grief. Sadness made everything gray, he'd learned, but there were different types of gray, some darker than others. There were dark spots in his memories he wasn't brave enough to enter.
Lauren DeStefano
#30. I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.
Maya Angelou
#31. Not only had my brother disappeared, but
and bear with me here
a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.
John Corey Whaley
#32. Christians who like to write might do as a description of the genus. But the actual species shared more precise characteristics, including intellectual vivacity, love of death, conservative politics, memories of war, and a passion for beef, beer, and verbal battle.
Philip Zaleski
#33. May be she'll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.
Stephen King
#34. In his bleak mercy, Death forever strips The soul of light and memory, rendering blind Our vision, lest surmounted deeps appal, As when on mountain-heights a glance behind Betrays with knowledge, and the climber slips Down gulfs of fear to some enormous fall.
Clark Ashton Smith
#35. I don't expect to live forever, nor do I repine over that, but I am weak enough to want to be remembered forever. - Yet how few of those who have lived, even of those who have accomplished far more than I have, linger on in world memory for even a single century after death
Isaac Asimov
#36. As much as I hungered to learn more about my past, I was afraid of learning other things too
mostly about death and despair, and dark corners of the globe. I prayed that those memories wouldn't come back to me, because I felt in my bones that some things were too frightening to remember.
Courtney Allison Moulton
#37. When I recall memories, it all seems like a film, not a reality.
Rukhsar Din
#38. Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty.
Sidney Lanier
#39. We can not tell what can happen in a minute.
How fragile is our life.
Soon we are gone and forgotten.
But our memories lives on.
Lailah Gifty Akita
#40. It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?
Keary Taylor
#41. Steven and I had always come to the market to check out the fresh flowers, so when Friday came around with the fresh roses, I always stood in the middle of it all, breathing in the memories and breathing out the hurt.
Brittainy C. Cherry
#42. Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.
R.A. Salvatore
#43. All the people we loved, who have died, are still alive in the past. The only thing that really separates us is time. It's a matter of perspective. That's what separates optimism and pessimism.
Diana Palmer
#44. It's hard to imagine, seeing all of us breathing yet one day each of us shall be gone, leaving memories.
Auliq Ice
#45. Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.
Kristina McMorris
#46. The problem with aging was not that death was near, for death was always near. The problem with aging was that a woman began to carry too many memories within her.
Stant Litore
#47. To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year
in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life
there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
#48. For a long time, my subconscious rested in a dark place, ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record ...
Chelsie Shakespeare
#49. Death would be a boon if only it could blot out the memories.
H.P. Lovecraft
#51. Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.
Michael Poeltl
#52. Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories.
Lois Lowry
#53. He asked me once what I wanted when I died, what I wanted out of life, and I told him I just wanted more happy memories than sad ones.
R. YS Perez
#54. I found myself whirling around and falling down and down. My life memories were spinning around me, flashing like thousands of brilliant pictures with bright cascading colors like a thousand tiny kaleidoscopes...
Cristael Ann Bengtson
#55. But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, Majella!
Helen Hunt Jackson
#56. And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.
Kahlil Gibran
#57. I've filled my whole life trying to preserve the memory of living, in the fight against dying. Perhaps the only thing I've done, since stopping death is impossible, is to show this fight. The fight itself does not satisfy us either.
Christian Boltanski
#58. And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.
H. Rider Haggard
#59. In [man's] mouth is ever the bittersweet taste of life and death, unknown to the trees. Without respite he is dragged by the two wild horses, memory and hope; and he is tormented by a secret that he can never tell.
Hope Mirrlees
#60. My real mom died when I was born - hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to
me, which has never been one of my favorite memories - and Dad married Denise before I'd turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the
matter. Denise and I never really clicked.
Darynda Jones
#61. Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.
Truth Devour
#63. Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.
Walt Whitman
#64. Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die.
Samuel Butler
#65. It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.
Bernhard Schlink
#66. Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.
Floyd C. Forsberg
#67. When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.
Ray Loriga
#68. The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.
Harley King
#69. Every death of those you love is the death also of so many shared memories and understanding, of a now irretrievable part of your own life.
Richard Flanagan
#70. It's funny. Looking back, none of it seems to matter now, those moments of yearning, craving to belong with people I thought mattered. No more fragments of glass, pieces of a broken mirror you can't put back together and wouldn't want to even if you could.
Rebecca Harris
#71. When we arrive at eternity's shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing, 'You're beautiful'
Phil Wickham
#72. Death of a parent, he wrote, despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we had thought gone to ground long ago.
Joan Didion
#73. Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.
Karen White
#74. What made Olive the saddest about the Gardners was that everyone wanted to be enshrined in someone's memory. It was the only way of living on after death, really: in the minds of loved ones. Memories were the only things that made aging bearable, a way of reverting to better, simpler days.
Andrea Lochen
#75. Death is a thief, the grandest perpetrator of larceny of all. It robs the potential of all the things left undone and reimburses the living with bits of memories that, with each day, pass through the fingers like a handful of sand.
Ron Perlman
#76. It was the first genuinely shining day of summer, a time of year which brought Eleanor always to aching memories of her early childhood, when it seemed to be summer all the time; she could not remember a winter before father's death on a cold wet day.
Shirley Jackson
#77. So is death a journey? Is it to another place?" she asked. "Is it another planet?"
"Many have wondered this very question,"replied rovender. "But there is an old Caerulan saying: When your journey reaches its destination here, may you walk on through the memories of those still with us.
Tony DiTerlizzi
#78. I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.
Anthony Liccione
#79. If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.
David Levithan
#80. When his brain died, all of the memories
held in his gray matter, along with all of the knowledge he had acquired, would simply evaporate
in a flood of chemical reactions.
Dan Brown
#81. Anger. Infidelity. Death. Dark times - that's what these memories were. Ceony had passed through Emery's goodness and his hopes; it made sense to see his darkness, too. To see his hurts and his vices. To see the shadows cast behind those bright eyes.
Charlie N. Holmberg
#82. Those who live in memories are never really dead.
Kate Morton
#83. Death comes as it pleases; it is no respecter of persons leaving memories and a fading sound of a familiar voice.
Jonah Books
#84. Let it all go, one foot in the grave and one bag packed. We shall go to our end in the warm glow of the past, burning up the memories, all the clutter given back.
Peter R. Pouncey
#85. Those from whom we were born have long since departed, and those with whom we grew up exist only in memory. We, too, through the approach of death, become, as it were, trees growing on the sandy bank of a river.
Bhartrhari
#86. Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!
Auliq Ice
#87. Were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell you
that in my death the light that shone through my painful darkness
was a blinding vision of your eternal smile?
cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very core
as I cling to my memories of you ...
Xavier
#88. Through the darkest hours of the night
and through the dreamers realm I seek,
Far beyond the starry sky
and beyond galaxies I am free.
Through the grimmest memories
and past a seasons air I cannot breathe,
Far beyond this mortal world
in an afterlife we shall meet.
Lee Argus
#89. We are the sum total of all our experiences, our lessons, our successes, our failures, our loves, our hates, from birth to death. And if those memories disappear, what then? Who are we?
P.J. Manney
#90. I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that when I finally get to see the waves washing on the shore, to hear them, I will feel you there.
Ava Dellaira
#91. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone
Richard Puz
#92. Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.
Leonardo Da Vinci
#93. Well, death might take lives, but it doesn't take memories.
M.J. Abraham
#94. If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."
Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.
Kristin Cashore
#95. I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.
Joseph Conrad
#96. This is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.
Hilary Mantel
#97. That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.
Dave Matthes
#98. People misunderstood death, they died not of too little life but of too much life, that as the skin withered and the future grew short it was the past that took on flesh, until ultimately the sheer accumulation of experience and memory became too heavy to carry.
Dorothy Gilman
#99. Blessed be Thou, my Lord Jesus Christ, who didst foretell Thy death before the time, and in the Last Supper didst wonderfully consecrate Thy precious Body of material bread, and also charitably gave it to Thy Apostles, in memory of Thy most worthy Passion
Brigit Of Kildare
#100. Honor Lost
Ambulant sunshine pierced
the soot covered glass ~
the feeble man wandered by
in this ritual morning pass ...
Muse
