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"Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance."
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"If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child."
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"When will the others come?"And there is one who will never come. At least we will not see him if he does. But, oh, when I think he will be there--when our Canadian soldiers return there will be a shadow army with them--the army of the fallen. We will not *see* them--but they will be there!"
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"Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that's gone."
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"We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living."
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"I'll remember you... I remember everyone I've lost."
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"Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance."
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"Think how you love me," she whispered. "I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night."
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"On a sunny Tuesday - for it seems so many awful things happen on a Tuesday - six astronauts and one schoolteacher attempted to pierce the sky. Instead they touched the stars."
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"That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did."
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"Oh God, there were so many stars you could have used. What was the need to give these people to the fire, that the symbol of their passing might shine above Bethlehem?"
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"Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious."
Affectation
"Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance."
Remembrance
"Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society."
Society
"When it draws near to witching time of night."
Time
"The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness."
Men
"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
Guilt
"Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay."
Progress
"Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature."
Nature
"Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between."
Angels
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