Four things support the world: the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the good, and the valor of the brave— Elijah Muhammad
Captivate Memorial Day Remembrance quotations
Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.
But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye.
On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation!
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
I fear the day that technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots.
They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.
Bravery never goes out of fashion.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
A little progress each day adds up to bg results.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
As years passed away I have formed the habit of looking back upon that former self as upon another person, the remembrance of whose emotions has been a solace in adversity and added zest to the enjoyment of prosperity.
Remember how far you've come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.
Yom HaShoah is a vital day in the Jewish calendar, providing us with a focal point for our remembrance. We cannot bring the dead back to life, but we can bring their memory back to life and ensure they are not forgotten. We can undertake in our lives to do what they were so cruelly prevented from doing in theirs.
So long as there are men, there will be wars.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
We shall pay any price, bear any burden, to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.
Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.
We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead.
Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land, God Bless the U.S.A.
With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.
The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth.
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.
"Dead upon the field of glory," Hero fit for song and story.
Look for something positive in every day, even if some days you have to look a little harder.
Fold him in his country's stars. Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars, What but death bemocking folly?
Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man.
Their own souls rose and cried Alarum when they heard the sudden wail Of stricken freedom and along the gale Saw her eternal banner quivering wide.
There are seven days in the week and someday isn't one of them.
Their silent wounds have speech More eloquent than men;
Their tones can deeper reach Than human voice or pen.
The hero dead cannot expire: The dead still play their part.
They saw their injured country's woe.
The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight.
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -