Memory Of Loved Ones Quotes

#1. flags would be their final memory of loved ones. "Did Glen have any news?" Carolyn asked. Though the censors would not let them mention anything in their letters, men at the front sometimes heard about planned

Amanda Harte

#2. But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved ones is just poison in your veins. And one day you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you'd be spared your pain.

Christopher Nolan

#3. Oh, to have "the word of Christ" always dwelling inside of us;-in the memory, never forgotten; in the heart, always loved; in the understanding, really grasped; with all the powers and passions of the mind fully submitted to its control!

Charles Spurgeon

#4. Maybe from now on the bittersweet memory of a child lost would be only the sweet memory of a child loved. And maybe, henceforth, it would not be a memory so heavy that it oppressed the heart.

Dean Koontz

#5. You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon -

Ayn Rand

#6. There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure - the lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.

Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

#7. They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

John Greenleaf Whittier

#8. I would give anything to have that memory back
to see what it was like between us when we loved each other enough to believe it was forever. - Silas Nash

Tarryn Fisher

#9. For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

Akshay Vasu

#10. His memory loved her too much.

Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

#11. By tomorrow Marilyn would forget this moment: Lydia's shout, the shattered edges in her tone. It would disappear forever from her memory of Lydia, the way memories of a lost loved one always smooth and simplify themselves, shedding complexity like scales.

Celeste Ng

#12. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone

Richard Puz

#13. When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Maurice Maeterlinck

#14. She was insane, and this was Janie. This was the Janie who loved fire and carried rocks. This was the Janie Vivian who trusted rarely but deeply, and hoped with everything she was. This was the Janie Vivian, who I had loved with every atom in every cell in my body before memory was relevant.

Amy Zhang

#15. Beijing was such a different city. There were so few cars, I could walk in the middle of the road. In the summer, the streetlamps attracted swirling bugs. I loved those bugs: crickets, praying mantis, all kinds of beetles. I also have a vivid memory of dazzling sunlight coming out of the sky.

Ma Jun

#16. I loved her; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to do her some injury, to force her to keep some memory of me.

Marcel Proust

#17. When you lose a loved one, you come to these crossroads. You can take the path that leads you down the aisle of sadness, or you can say, 'I'm never going to let this person's memory die. I'm going to make sure everything they worked for continues.'

Bindi Irwin

#18. 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

#19. Chax, I want this. If I am going to die, let me die with a memory that will make all other bad things irrelevant. Let me die knowing I was loved." -Kasadya

Karen Swart

#20. My mother was a reporter, and though she quit when they had kids, she still loved it. She told me about the people at the paper and the articles she wrote. She had the best memory of anyone I know, and she could really tell a tale.

Candace Camp

#21. While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown ... that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.

Nalini Singh

#22. He went three hundred yards up the slope to the other hotel, he engaged a room, and found himself washing without a memory of the intervening ten minutes, only a sort of drunken flush pierced with voices, unimportant voices that did not know how much he was loved.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#23. I like very human stories that venture into sci-fi or the supernatural or areas that I think occupy a lot of space in our collective memory for the films that we loved as children.

Colin Trevorrow

#24. Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.

Soheir Khashoggi

#25. The feelings that still linger, decade after decade, aren't just the residue of a love lost. They are as real as the first day I told her I loved her." ~Corbin Jones, Voice of Innocence

Lindsay Detwiler

#26. But who I was, who you loved, no longer exists. I have passed on. In your world, only my memory can exist. Your loyalty to me because of that memory is a part of life, but it can become disloyalty to yourself if you hold it so closely that it crowds out the rest of life.

Terry Goodkind

#27. 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

#28. Maybe there is something when it all ends. Maybe there is memory, memory of the person you loved, when you lived. Maybe this is the white-light-tunnel deal, and I'm pressing toward it, and it's pressing back, until we become the same thing.

Kate Ellison

#29. The last four years have not diluted the memory or weakened the resolve of our citizens. Four years later, our hearts still hurt for the families whose loved ones were murdered that day.

John Doolittle

#30. Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

Walt Whitman

#31. Maybe hands were like memory foam mattresses, carrying the imprint of people they've loved forever.

Kerry Fisher

#32. Mourning is one of the most profound human experiences that it is possible to have ... The deep capacity to weep for the loss of a loved one and to continue to treasure the memory of that loss is one of our noblest human traits.

Edwin S. Shneidman

#33. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.

Abraham Lincoln

#34. After all, when our egoism lets us go for a while, when it comes time to throw it off, the only women whose memory you cherish in your hearts are the ones who really loved men a little, not just one man, even if it was you, but the whole lot. When

Louis-Ferdinand Celine

#35. I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.
In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Pablo Neruda

#36. She didn't want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.

Harriet Evans

#37. The only way to solace anyone who loved you in life is to be a good memory

Alice Walker

#38. Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of ... because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went, whatever she did, he was the only thing she truly loved, and which she sadly no longer had.

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