Quotes About Memories Of The Dead

#1. For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatOn fields of triumph dirges of defeat;And still we turn on gala-days to treadAmong the rustling memories of the dead.

Henry Van Dyke

#2. I thought his memory was like the other memories of the dead that accumulate in every man's life, - a vague impress on the brain of shadows that had fallen on it in their swift and final passage ...

Joseph Conrad

#3. I am the harvest of man's stupidity. I am the fruit of the holocaust. I prayed like you to survive, but look at me now. It is over for us who are dead, but you must struggle, and will carry the memories all your life. People back home will wonder why you can't forget.

Eugene B. Sledge

#4. The number of dead selves we keep alive within us is insane

Srividya Srinivasan

#5. History is the memory of time, the life of the dead and the happiness of the living.

John Smith

#6. The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet unselfish act is now a perfumed flower.

Robert Green Ingersoll

#7. The only real tyrants that humanity has known have always been the memories of its dead or the illusions it has forged itself.

Gustave Le Bon

#8. Let no man dare, when I am dead. to charge me with dishonor; let no man attaint my memory by believing that I could have engaged in any cause but that of my country's liberty and independence, or that I could have become the pliant minion of power in the oppression or the miseries of my countrymen.

Robert Emmet

#9. When the dead betray the living, the victims are memories.
The Book of Brin

Michael J. Sullivan

#10. Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my head for a time, even the memories
until I've radically improved my circumstances. Then ... then you'll see, I'll rise from the dead!

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#11. I didn't know my grandparents. They were - my grandfather - my maternal grandfather died when I was five. I have very little memory of him. All my other grandparents were dead by the time I was of any age to remember anything.

Robert Barry

#12. That we've broken their statues, that we've driven them out of their temples, doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead. O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you, their souls still keep your memory.

C.P. Cavafy

#13. It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

Dean Koontz

#14. A sensation, hidden in the depths of my emotional memory, was suddenly revived: what if ... What if for me The Variation is not dead? If The Variation is alive?!

Lev Polugaevsky

#15. In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.

Jules Verne

#16. My brain scrambled to make room for the existene of these people. Grandparents I'd never known. They went from hypothetical, empty memories to blurry, unformed shapes in my head. Dead one second, alive the next.
Kind of like me.

Megan Miranda

#17. I'm chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart. Ignoring the emptiness around me, and hoping for a resurrection of love.

LeAnne Mechelle

#18. The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.

Cormac McCarthy

#19. How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.

Robert Green Ingersoll

#20. She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

Lauren DeStefano

#21. He shifts and my eyes shatter into thousands of pieces that ricochet around the room, capturing a million snapshots, a million moments in time. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

Tahereh Mafi

#22. The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he ... remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.

Robert Louis Stevenson

#23. And then the blasted elevator jolts to a dead stop. My stomach plummets as childhood memories of being trapped in a closed

Magda Alexander

#24. To his inner ear, the cardinal speaks. He says, I saw you, Crumb, when you were at Elvetham: scratching your balls in the dawn and wondering at the violence of the king's whims. If he wants a new wife, fix him one. I didn't, and I am dead.

Hilary Mantel

#25. Killing your rival doesn't guarantee happiness. Sometimes it ruins any chance you have of it instead. Memories of dead men hold far more power than the annoyances of living ones.

Jeaniene Frost

#26. The monument of death will outlast the memory of the dead. The Pyramids do not tell the tale which was confided to them; the living fact commemorates itself.

Henry David Thoreau

#27. The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another's heart.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

#28. When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered ... the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls ... bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory

Marcel Proust

#29. That is how the dead survive: they live in our memories, and some of the times that is a good thing and beautiful, and other times it is not good, and then the dead are like a virus in the blood, an infection of the mind. Then,

Marcus Sedgwick

#30. They say the dead have no memories and know no pain." George's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was louder than the pleas of the corpses. "It's not that way for me.

Ilona Andrews

#31. 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

#32. Guilt doesn't follow the rules of time. Most things fade with time, regret, eyesight, memories. But guilt feeds on time, and as it feeds, it grows, and when it runs out of time, it begins to gnaw on the guilty.

J.D. Mason

#33. The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.

Kevin Williamson

#34. Instead of trying to hold on, to push myself into this force, I let go. And I fall into what I can't explain, into a sensation that is everything and nothing, light and dark, hot and cold, alive and dead. Soon the power is the only thing in my head, blotting out all my ghosts and memories.

Victoria Aveyard

#35. Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Rabindranath Tagore

#36. Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

Jodi Picoult

#37. He's dead, Annie. But as long as you haven't dealt with the memories of the things he has done to you, he'll live on. We'll always have to face these times when you think he's returned for you. You'll never be free." It

Lisa Unger

#38. Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

Zora Neale Hurston

#39. Might it be possible at some future time, when neurophysiology has advanced substantially, to reconstruct the memories or insight of someone long dead? ... It would be the ultimate breach of privacy.

Carl Sagan

#40. And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but sleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them.

Vincent Van Gogh

#41. The judgment: You are now before Yama, King of the Dead. In vain will you try to ... deny or conceal the evil deeds you have done ... the mirror in which Yama seems to read your past is your own memory, and also his judgment is your own. It is you yourself who pronounce your own judgment, ...

Gautama Buddha

#42. I had to figure out if I was happier being with a live woman or living with the memories of a dead one.

Rebecca Forster

#43. Real life is the present moment - not the memories of the past which is dead and gone, nor the dreams of the future which is not yet born. One who lives in the present moment lives the real life, and he is happiest.

Walpola Rahula