#remembrance

The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to, for sifting through the things we have done and the things we have left undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are becoming. But again and again we avoid the long thoughts….We cling to the present out of wariness of the past. And why not, after all? We get confused. We need such escape as we can find. But there is a deeper need yet, I think, and that is the need—not all the time, surely, but from time to time—to enter that still room within us all where the past lives on as a part of the present, where the dead are alive again, where we are most alive ourselves to turnings and to where our journeys have brought us. The name of the room is Remember—the room where with patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously to remember the lives we have lived. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#remembering #remembrance #consciousness

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance. ↗

— Robert Blair

#how #joys #painful #remembrance #return

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay. ↗

— Murasaki Shikibu

#decay #remembrance #death

The first day of spring, the vernal equinox—the season of renewal when the earth sheds its winter cloak, flowers bloom, and the heart feels as though everything is once again imaginable. The smell of fresh-cut grass, shagging fly balls, and scraping mud from baseball cleats. A brief contemplation and tear for those gone from the field, their easy laugh and nimble sprint no longer gracing the game. ↗

— Galen Watson

#renewal #imagination

If during this time, or some other time we were separated, I wouldn't forget you. I'd recall how many years have passed knowing you. ↗

— Tomoko Yamashita

#love #remembrance #separation #love

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin. ↗

— Sara Zarr

#remembrance #story-of-a-girl #memory

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #deeds #evil #good #legacy

On golden wings The angels soar watching us forevermore From their viewpoint In the air A better place Than what was there On golden wings, The angels fly shooting stars across the sky Life's burdens around their feet And we'll meet them there When our life's complete On golden wings, The angels dance Happy the deceits Of life are past They're past the toils, Past the snares Happy now In heaven at last On golden wings, The angels rise Leaving withered bodies behind Living forever in our souls They're still here, Just invisible, you know ↗

— Emily Dana

#death #remembrance #death

I think that at the supper I neither receive flesh nor blood, but bread and wine; which bread when it is broken, and the wine when it is drunken, put me in remembrance how that for my sins the body of Christ was broken, and his blood shed on the cross. ↗

— Jane Grey

#body #bread #broken #christ #cross

To be successful in struggle requires remembrance of the Creator and the doing of good deeds. This is important because successful struggle demands that there be a kind of social consciousness. ↗

— H. Rap Brown

#consciousness #creator #deeds #demands #doing