#memoria

I have long believed that sacrifice is the pinnacle of patriotism. ↗

— Bob Riley

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I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country. ↗

— Nathan Hale

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Mi nieto corría delante con los pies para los lados y moviendo los brazos como un pato. Nos acercamos al arroyo, tumultuoso en invierno, donde habíamos esparcido tus cenizas. Lo reconoció al punto. -Paula estaba enferma ayer-dijo; para él todo pasado era ayer. -Sí. Se murió. -¿Quién la mató? -No es como en la televisión, Alejandro, a veces la gente se enferma y se muere, así no más. -Adónde van los muertos? -No sé exactamente. -Ella se fue por allí-dijo señalando el arroyo. -Sus cenizas se fueron en el agua, pero su espíritu vive en este bosque.¿No te parece lindo? -No. Sería mejor que viviera con nosotros-decidió. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#death

Here is also to be noted, that the cause of the institution was to be a memorial, to testify that Christ's body was given, and his blood shed for us. ↗

— William Tyndale

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It is to be regretted that few persons who have arrived at any degree of eminence or fame, have written Memorials of themselves, at least such as have embraced their private as well as their public life. ↗

— Adam Clarke

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137 years later, Memorial Day remains one of America's most cherished patriotic observances. The spirit of this day has not changed - it remains a day to honor those who died defending our freedom and democracy. ↗

— Doc Hastings

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There's intense national feeling in America that could be called patriotism. ↗

— Michael Ignatieff

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Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left. ↗

— Robert Byrne

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We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us. And the more we do that, the more we allow ourselves to love, the more we are bound to find ourselves one day - like Dave, and Morley, and Sam, and Stephanie - standing in the kitchen of our live, surrounded by the ones we love, and feeling empty, and alone, and sad, and lost for words, because one of our loved ones, who should be there, is missing. Mother or father, brother or sister, wife or husband, or a dog or cat. It doesn't really matter. After a while, each death feels like all the deaths, and you stand there like eveyone else has stood there before you, while the big wind of sadness blows around and through you. "He was a great dog," said Dave. "Yes," said Morley. "He was a great dog. ↗

— Stuart McLean

#death

Since it is not granted to us to live long, let us transmit to posterity some memorial that we have at least lived. ↗

— E. Joseph Cossman

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