Anthony Gonzalez Quotes

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children so long for the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fathers we live

Dead people don't really die. They live on within you.

The dead are dead but they rely on us to fulfill their hopes.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.

I think these people have betrayed or have forgotten their ancestors.

Our deaths become a part of our lives in the sense that with our deaths we give something to those who are left behind, as we have given our lives to them.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

We all leave personal legacies for the people we know and love.

Every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.

Maybe everyone lives forever. Or maybe, like in the animated movie 'Coco,' only those whose stories get told by the living definitely do. It takes a story worth telling.

Remembering people is the most fundamental gesture of love and respect. For me, there are people in my life who are no longer with me, who have died, who are with me as much as any living person because I remember everything about them. My great-uncle, who I got a lot of guidance in life from, meant so much to me.

When you know your name, you should hang on to it, for unless it is noted down and remembered, it will die when you do.

At death our friends and relatives either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart farther from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death.

Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead.

The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.

When you build a memorial, you build it not because the person wanted it, but for the future -- for generations who didn't know the man and didn't know the era in which he lived.

I've come to think that's what heaven is- a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

Our opinions are what we'll be known for; our love is what we'll be remembered for

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

It isn't about being or not being dead, it's about what you leave behind

It's a taboo subject. How the dead are betrayed by the living. We who are living--we who have survived--understand that our guilt is what links us to the dead. At all times we can hear them calling to us, a growing incredulity in their voices, You will not forget me -- will you? How can you forget me? I have no one but you.

Things don't fall apart. Things hold. Lines connect in thin ways that last and last and lives become generations made out of pictures and words just kept.