“Always remember that you were once alone, and the crowd you see in your life today are just as unecessary as when you were alone.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“People will always notice something about you. It might be the way you walk or the way you talk, or just simply your personality. Live each day in the way you want to be remembered. Live in such a way that people will be inspired by those unique qualities that you have and strive to live better lives for themselves.”
― Amaka Imani Nkosazana

“The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but to lament? Who, even in the hour of agony, would forget the friend over whom he mourns? Who, even when the tomb is closing upon the remains of her he most loved, when he feels his heart, as it were, crushed in the closing of its portal, would accept of consolation that must be bought by forgetfulness? No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection, when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved are softened away in pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness - who would root out such a sorrow from the heart? Though it may sometimes throw a passing cloud over the bright hour of gaiety, or spread a deeper sadness over the hour of gloom, yet who would exchange it even for the song of pleasure, or the burst of revelry? No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave! The grave! It buries every error - covers every defect - extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.”
― Washington Irving

“I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
in this distracted globe. Remember thee?”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Keep your cherished photos of your destiny at the fore-front of your mind. No one gets the gut to make them blurred. Always think about it; dream about it and work it out!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“No one said this out loud, though. Instead his girlfriend stood between the dead guy's parents and cried as if she really was heartbroken. And maybe she was. Who knows? People are funny that way. They remember only what they want to and manage to forget the rest.”
― Meghan MacLean Weir, The Book of Essie

“The most profound life lesson I have learned from 15 years of psychic mediumship work, is how quickly and easily people are forgotten once they depart this life. Yet, so many of us live only to please or impress others while we are here.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“She lowered her eyes a moment to the black abyss of the past.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“How is it that a little incident like this suddenly comes back to one, whereas something that moved one deeply at the time can simply be forgotten with the passage of the years?”
― Murasaki Shikibu, The Diary of Lady Murasaki

“If you can remember me, I will be with you always.”
― DON SANTO

“We must treasure our memories just as we cherish our dreams because without dreams and memory human life would be sad, brutal, and meaningless.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“So Anna did not blame the women of her time for what they had created; it was different only in kind from what she had made herself. And if the old soldiers wanted only to forgive, Anna understood that, too, though in her own memory she could no longer find anything that needed forgiving. In the sunlight by her cousin’s grave, she would touch the black ostrich plume in her hat—the plume that, like herself, grew a little older and little more frayed every year—and think about what all of it meant to her. Down the hill slept the soldiers, and she would visit certain of them in a little while, and the thought of them—their faces, their voices, their particular ways—always made her smile. General Nathan Bedford Forrest himself told her once that she had seen the last of a great army, but he was wrong in that, for they still moved out there in the sunlight, all of them. He was right about one thing though: there was no shame in it, not ever.”
― Howard Bahr, The Black Flower: A Novel of the Civil War

“We will be remembered only by the good work we leave behind even if our very own never remember us after we are gone.”
― Amit Abraham

“He's not gone," said Jared.

"Oh, and how do you figure that?" Kami demanded. "He seems pretty gone to me."

"When my Dad died... When he died, he wasn't gone. My mom and I could never be what we might have been without him. He stayed like a shadow in every corner of our home, stayed a stain in our hearts. I felt it. I can't believe that good will leave us when evil remains. I will not. I do not.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Unmade

“My future as been heavily on my mind lately.
But the question is:
What will I be remembered by?
What will I contribution to society ?
What legacy will I leave with the people I love?”
― Hopal Green

“She had always thought history was made up of grand gestures, as recent, momentous events seem to demonstrate. The British Prime Minister kowtowing to the Nazi Fuehrer at Munich, the quarter-million troops landing on D-Day, the two atomic bombs that ended World War II. But now she knew better. History could be judged grand even if the event was, on the surface, small. For here, right in front of her, was history in the flesh, history that would be immortalized in print and film. The city council and mayor had surrendered, and evidently so had the biggest department store in town.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“Even as we live and breathe and move and celebrate life, we can meditate on the occupation of death as it resides in us as a reminder to be alive, to be open, and to live in fullness, and also to know that those who have died are contained within us. We occupy them—not just family, genetically, ancestry, but also in the relationships we have. We occupy them in our stories, in our narratives, in our customs, in our memories, all of that is within us, and we occupy them in us. And then when we die, those who remain are living testament to our lives. And our lives are now living testament to those who lived before us. So, I guess my prayer today is to meditate on the occupation of death... and until that day live fully, in fullness of hope and joy.”
― Sufjan Stevens

“We must always remember that the Lord called us before we were born”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Do you leave as a ship sailing out of harbour?
Do you return as rain to the earth?
Will I guide you in the Beyond, if I hold aloft the brightest light here on Earth?”
― Sherry Thomas, The Immortal Heights

“It's not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.”
― Alan Bennett

“To be nameless in worthy deeds, exceeds an infamous history. The Canaanitish woman lives more happily without a name, than Herodias with one. And who had not rather have been the good thief, than Pilate?”
― Thomas Browne, Urne Burial

“My future as been heavily on my mind lately.
But the question is:
What will I be remembered by?
What will I contribution to society be?
What legacy will I leave with the people I love?”
― Hopal Green

“Patience is born to all cats or was it patience is born because of cats? I can never remember.”
― James Qualls

“Oh, Loni, I don't have the patience to read anymore. My eyes get so tired."
So what the hell will she do all day? Watch game shows? "All right then, I'll read to you." I open one of her poetry books and read a favorite passage. "The work of the world is common as mud---"
She interrupts me. "That's um... that's um... Marge Piercy." And then she goes on to recite the next three, transcendent lines.
I nod. "You got it, Mom." So she's not completely gone. I just have to stay calm when she's cranky, and read to her. Maybe my dad was right, all those years ago, when he encouraged me to see an invisible reservoir of good in my mother. It's like waiting for those cool pockets of air in the steaming swamp---they're unpredictable, but ever welcome.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen

“It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years? (asked Mr Ramsay ironically, staring at the hedge). What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one’s boot will outlast Shakespeare. His own little light would shine, not very brightly, for a year or two, and would then be merged in some bigger light, and that in a bigger still.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Though good men may pass without the world’s recognition, they can live on in the hearts of young people who know the truth.”
― Gregory A. Freeman

“As the first days of new age era begins, all is left to do is remark and witness ourselves so we dont forget who we once were”
― Ben Jr Grey

“MEMORIES

All memories of days gone by
can only be remembered in the twilight
of evening’s calm warmth

All memories remembered in the full light of day
unsettles the mind and frustrates the spirit

All memories are tides
and fluid mists gliding
through the caverns and temples of our mind

All memories have no meaning
unless woven into our soft sweet hearts’
forgiveness and desire for love’s wholeness
and release”
― Ramon William Ravenswood

“Loving you once was a divine gift, and missing you for a lifetime is a bittersweet blessing.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja