#remembrance

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dying #grief #grieving #loss #love

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond. ↗

— Andrew Levkoff

#life-and-death #love #love-and-dying #love-and-loss #love-and-memory

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#human #love #memory #perish #remember

Music is powerful; it transforms emotions and experiences into something tangible. ↗

— Michelle Madow

#remembrance #experience

because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. no matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#change

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure. ↗

— Jane Austen

#past #pleasure #remembrance #past

Forget about how you’ll be perceived after you’re gone because the world will remember you the way it wants to, and you get very little say in it. You could campaign for freedom every single day of your existence and yet only be attributed with saying something tragically stupid at precisely the wrong moment. It’s just the way it goes. ↗

— Ellie Rose McKee

#freedom

When someone dies they can be any age you remember can't they ' she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued 'You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt I'd got her in the Woolworth's and a policeman's helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didn't even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times she's thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#motherhood #remembrance #age

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#death #persist #persistence #remembrance #wine

In great deeds, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls… generations that know us not and that we know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and done for them, shall come to this deathless field, to ponder and dream; and lo! the shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap them in its bosom, and the power of the vision pass into their souls. ↗

— Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain

#visions #war #change