Kevin Brockmeier Quotes

If my time on earth were through and she must face the world without me, is the love I gave her in the past gonna be enough to last?

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

It must be a good thing to die conscious of having performed some real good, and to know that by this work one will live, at least in the memory of some, and will have left a good example to those that come after. A work that is good-it may not be eternal, but the thought expressed in it is, and the work itself will certainly remain in existence for a long, long time; and if afterwards others arise, they can do no better than follow in the footsteps of such predecessors and do their work in the same way.

As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.

Once I finally stepped on the moon, no matter what was to come of the next three days - or the rest of my life - nobody could take those steps from me. People ask how long will they be there, and I say forever, however long forever is, like my daughter’s initials that I scribbled in the sand [TDC for Tracy Dawn Cernan].

If the Soul sees, after death , what passes on this earth , and watches over the welfare of those it loves, then must its greatest happiness consist in seeing the current of its beneficent influences widening out from age to age, as rivulets widen into rivers, and aiding to shape the destinies of individuals, families, States, the World; and its bitterest punishment, in seeing its evil influences causing mischief and misery , and cursing and afflicting men, long after the frame it dwelt in has become dust, and when both name and memory are forgotten.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.

I say, without characters, fame lives long.

As far as i am concerned, i am in the knowledge that death can never extinguish the torch which i have lit in Ghana and Africa. Long after i am dead and gone, the light will continue to burn and be borne aloft, giving light and guidance to all people

I don't expect to live forever, nor do I repine over that, but I am weak enough to want to be remembered forever. - Yet how few of those who have lived, even of those who have accomplished far more than I have, linger on in world memory for even a single century after death

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

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

The way we get to live forever is through memories stored in the hearts and souls of those whose lives we touch. That's our soul print. It's our comfort, our emotional nourishment at the end of the day and the end of a life. How wonderful that they are called up at will and savored randomly. It seems to me we should spend our lives in a conscious state of creating these meaningful moments that live on. Memories matter.

I want to go on living after my death!

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and of people who will see a world that I shall never know.

Memories fade but words hang around forever.

The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.

Actors, politicians, and writers-all of us are but creatures of the hour. Long-lasting fame comes to but few.

He has been greatly missed since his retirement ... Thank God for videotapes and DVDs. In this regard, he will always be around.

You'll live forever in our hearts, big man. That particularly galled me, because it implied the immortality of those left behind: You will live forever in my memory, because I will live forever! I AM YOUR GOD NOW, DEAD BOY! I OWN YOU!

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.