The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.— R. J. Palacio
Joyful Memorial Stone quotations
Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.
There is life in a stone. Any stone that sits in a field or lies on a beach takes on the memory of that place. You can feel that stones have witnessed so many things.
Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument.
The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.
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.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Stoning prophets and erecting churches to their memory afterwards has been the way of the world through the ages. Today we worship Christ, but the Christ in the flesh we crucified.
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.
Augustine says that we may, out of our dead sins, make stepping stones to rise to the heights of perfection. What did he mean by that? He meant that the memory of our falls may breed in us such a humility, such a distrust of self, such a constant clinging to Christ as we could never have had without the experience of our own weakness.
We humans are different - our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them, our recollections in their retelling.
Live the way you want to be remembered.
Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.
Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!
The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
He hath awakened from the dream of life.
From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others.
I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation around inside of us, places and ways that have disappeared, believing that they are ours, that we alone hold the torch for our past, that we are as impenetrable as stone.
For the whole earth is the tomb of famous men;
not only are they commemorated by columns and inscriptions in their own country, but in foreign lands there dwells also an unwritten memorial of them, graven not on stone but in the hearts of men.
Never regret a day in your life: good days give happiness, bad days give experience, worst days give lessons, and best days give memories.
Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown.
Spend time with those you love. One of these days you will say either: "I wish I had" or "I'm glad I did".
He that endureth to the end, shall be saved.
A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.
If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have.
Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?
You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.
What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.
Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
You can't rush something you want to last forever.
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden.
If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.
My first memory of the Rolling Stones is listening to 'Satisfaction' at a sixth-grade slumber party at a friend's house in Ankara, Turkey, where my family was living at the time. In the middle of our sleepover, my friend's dad stopped the record when he heard the words 'girlie action!'
People don't realize that now is all there ever is; There is no past or future except as memory or anticipation in your mind.
We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
I always refer to [Stardust Memories] as Sharon Stone's and my first film.
A smile costs nothing, but creates much, It happens in a flash, but the memory of it lasts forever, It cannot be bought, begged, borrowed nor stolen, but it is Something that is no earthly good to anyone until it is given away. So if in your hurry and rush You meet someone, who is too weary to give you a smile, Leave one of yours, For no one needs a smile quite as much as the one who has "Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
Never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was legal.
I imagine if you had built the Newton Memorial outside Paris .
.. it would have undoubtedly shown the violence of 1870 and 1914 and 1942 and 1945 - even 1968! Consider building a vast cube of stone merely to register the effects of violence - marked and dated as an indictment.
Nations are possessed with an insane ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount of hammered stone they leave. What if equal pains were taken to smooth and polish their manners?
I think it's always hard for children to talk about abuse because it is only memory. I didn't carry around a tape recorder … I didn't chisel anything in stone … Anybody can look and say, 'Well how do you know for sure?' And that's one of the most painful things about it. You don't.
Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again. Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling is like a festival outside my window.
I have some memories of certain things that happened in high school when I was stoned out of my mind, but I talked with other people about them, and I trusted the aggregated memories.