#memorial

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

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected. ↗

— Edgar Lee Masters

#erected #first #good #good work #laid

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

— Bob Riley

#believed #i #long #patriotism #pinnacle

From time immemorial, man has desired to comprehend the complexity of nature in terms of as few elementary concepts as possible. ↗

— Abdus Salam

#comprehend #concepts #desired #elementary #few

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

I suppose I wouldn’t desire having memorial services after I pass by… I think that it would have a precious little to do with my inworld immortality because I think I’ll have a precious little to do with the person to be remembered… Who can really tell? ↗

— Thanos Grigoriou

#imortality #memorial #death

After I was banned from the cemetery, I held a memorial for our fallen soldiers. But hugging a statue just isn’t the same as cuddling a veteran's skeleton. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #memorials #veterans #funny

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

— Michael Ignatieff

#america #called #could #feeling #intense

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

— Robert Byrne

#farewell #left #memorial #party #service

Graves aren't for the dead. They're for the loved ones the dead leave behind them. Once those loved ones have gone, once all the lives that have touched the occupant of any given grave had ended, then the grave's purpose was fulfilled and ended. I suppose if you looked at it that way, one might as well decorate one's grave with an enormous statue or a giant temple. It gave people something to talk about, at least. Although, following that logic, I would need to have a roller coaster, or maybe a Tilt-A-Whirl constructed over my own grave when I died. Then even after my loved ones had moved on, people could keep having fun for years and years. Of course, I'd need a slightly larger plot. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#graves #memorial #death