273 Quotes About Remembering

“Noah?” I gasped, trying to understand through the screams in my head. “I’ve got you. I swear to God, I’ve got you,” said Noah. “Stay with me, Echo.” I wanted to. I wanted to stay with him, but the shouting and screams and glass breaking in my mind grew louder. “Make it stop.” He tightened his grip on my arms. “Fight, Echo! You’ve got to f*cking fight. Come on, baby. You’re safe.”

. . . Thisis not the same river at my fingertips. There are no paths, no sunken roadsfamiliar in the forest, by which we canretrace our steps, by which we can escapeby which we can reclaim and return, or hear the child’s song running in the timothy . . .

How to resist nothingness? What powerPreserves what once was, if memory does not last?For I remember little. I remember so very little.

Plenus annis abiit, plenus honoribus,” Poppy said. “He is gone from us, full of years and full of honours.

What determines how we remember history and which elements are preserved and penetrate the collective consciousness? If historical novels stir your interest, pursue the facts, history, memories, and personal testimonies available. These are the shoulders that historical fiction sits upon. When the survivors are gone we must not let the truth disappear with them. Please, give them a voice.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

Tuoni takes her by the shoulders and turns her to face him. “Remember this Anya. Dreams have power; they show old truths you are too blind to see on waking. They make you remember memories that are lost in the blood flowing through your veins. Remember her magic. Remember what she did when you wake,” he says before he pushes her off the cliff.

Dahulu aku sering bertanya sendiri; kalau puisi itu berwujudakan seperti apakah dia? Matahari? Bulan? Bintang? Gunung?Laut? Bertahun lalu aku temukan puisi memancar mancar dari matamu,masuk ke dalam tubuhku. Seperti yang kau duga pada akhirnyaaku tahu puisi tak pernah punya rupa. Ia rasa yang menggenang,meluap di jemari kenangan. Kenangan bernama engkau

Mariolle: - Tu veux savoir pourquoi c'était moi que l'Empereur a toujours préféré ? ... Parce que chacun de tes exploits lui rappelait la guerre, alors que chacun des miens la lui faisait oublier...