Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.
There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured with what is right in America.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago
The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Life can only be understood backwards.
People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
These fallen heroes represent the character of a nation who has a long history of patriotism and honor - and a nation who has fought many battles to keep our country free from threats of terror.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the
living; tears for the dead.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
Things must be felt with the heart.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
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