#memoria

For famous men have the whole earth as their memorial. ↗

— Pericles

#earth #memorial #men #their #whole

My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#ask #country #fellow #fellow americans #you

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

— Richard Puz

#death-and-love #death-of-a-loved-one #eternal-love #healing #healing-the-past

Era ancora troppo giovane per sapere che la memoria del cuore elimina i brutti ricordi e magnifica quelli belli, e che grazie a tale artificio risuciamo a tollerare il passato. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#passato #ricordi #love

Three years ago the Government announced the creation of Reconciliation Place, and said that it would include a memorial to those removed from their families. However, they refused to include any of those who were removed in the design of their own memorial. ↗

— Malcolm Fraser

#announced #any #creation #design #families

You see, when a tragedy like this strikes, it is part of our nature to demand explanations - to try to impose some order on the chaos, and make sense out of that which seems senseless. ↗

— Barack Obama

#nature

I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually. ↗

— James A. Baldwin

#america #any #country #criticize #exactly

Patriotism was a living fire of unquestioned belief and purpose. ↗

— Frank Knox

#belief #fire #living #patriotism #purpose

The Lincoln Memorial is related to the toga and the civilization that wore it. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#lincoln #memorial #related #wore

For The Fallen" With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,  England mourns for her dead across the sea.  Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,  Fallen in the cause of the free.  Solemn the drums thrill;  Death august and royal  Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,  There is music in the midst of desolation  And a glory that shines upon our tears.  They went with songs to the battle, they were young,  Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.  They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;  They fell with their faces to the foe.  They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:  Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.  At the going down of the sun and in the morning  We will remember them.  They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;  They sit no more at familiar tables of home;  They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.  But where our desires are and our hopes profound,  Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,  To the innermost heart of their own land they are known  As the stars are known to the Night;  As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,  Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;  As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,  To the end, to the end, they remain. 

— Lawrence Binyon

#age