Bernard Tschumi Quotes

'The Panorama' is also the last place anywhere in New York where the World Trade Center still stands, whole, as it stood in the early morning of September 11. I can also see the corner where I saw the first tower fall and howled out loud. Seeing the buildings again here is uplifting, healing.

Some words having to do with the death of the people in the World Trade Center attack had been added, and when I got to it, I had this overwhelmingly emotional experience. I struggled to get through the words; tears were streaming down my cheeks.

The last four years have not diluted the memory or weakened the resolve of our citizens. Four years later, our hearts still hurt for the families whose loved ones were murdered that day.

You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.

How could I share with you how I felt when two towers that I loved, two pieces of steel and glass and concrete fell down, when actually they took with them thousands of human lives? That is the actual tragedy. But those towers were almost human for me. I was in love with them, and that's why I married them with a tight rope.

I very much loved my late wife, Diana Joy Colbert, and I'd rather hold onto what I can.

Jennifer had never liked the pain of remembering what had happened, but for Theo it was the pain that kept Laura alive in his memory. He was afraid that if it ever began to heal she would disappear.

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

I was living near the Twin Towers on 9/11, so I saw the attacks, and I had friends who were killed in the attacks.

It felt like a very, very weird thing to go on the set on September 13th. I would never want to glorify that.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

Words do not pay for my dead people.

I love to remember the World Trade Centre walk, but it should not define me.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

My heart reaches out to those whose loved ones were lost on MH17.

Dad, wherever you are, you are gone but you will never be forgotten.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Well, 9/11 made me think about the towers, and the fact that I lived in New York for a long time, while they were being built. In fact, I had a studio that was ripped out, along with the whole neighborhood, to put the towers in. I saw them go up. I lived with them, running past them in the morning. And they were like part of my furniture.

A piece of each of us died.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

McKenna will always be a part of me, no matter where he goes. They say that people who've lost a limb sometimes feel as if they still have it. How many times I've felt that McKenna was still here, and the empty space beside me was alive with his presence." She closed her eyes and leaned forward until her forehead and the tip of her nose touched the cool glass. "I love him beyond reason," she whispered. "He's a stranger to me now, and yet he is still so familiar. I can't imagine a sweeter agony, having him so close.

Memory is the only friend of grief.