Memories of Marie

Marie Colvin made a very deep and lasting impression on all of us: her family, her friends, her colleagues, her international audience, and the innumerable victims of war, repression and disaster for whom she bore witness.

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On this memorial wall, Marie’s friends and supporters share their memories of Marie.

We will never forget you Marie

I just wanted to say that we thank Marie from the bottom of our hearts, we Syrian people will always remember her great contribution to the Syrian revolution .. we will always remember that there is someone scarified their own life to tell the world the truth of the syrian regime …

She was an angel who went there to help people and spread peace ..

I am so sorry for the loss of the family and I will always pray for her soul to rest in peace ..

Thank you Marie …

From East Norwich, now in Abu Dhabi

Marie was stunning, in all ways imaginable. The world grieves for her.


To darling Marie!

Mariam’s mum’s gratefulness for Marie’s and Mariam’s friendship!

with much love, Mariam’s mum!


Marie Colvin was:
An IAP before the concept became lingua franca
The quintessential kaleidoscopic personality
Always the chameleon
The midnight jet to anywhere just for a party
Friends with every man she loved
An enigma to family
Never defined by others
Intolerant of anyone who lost sight of their destiny
The Definition of the word “Empathetic”

Marie loved:
Watching the morning star fade
Scanning the horizon to capture the “green flash” at sunset
Intimate moments with friends, family and the children of her heart
The imploding world around her
Honesty, veracity, and unquestionable devotion to cause

In life Marie:
Wore the past loosely, like an outgrown gown
Sported an eye patch, lest she forget how fragile life is
Like the City of Paris; her politics had left and right banks
Believed in the philosophy of Teilhard de Chardin and the Liturgy of Nichiren Daishonin

My most treasured possession from Marie:
Is a photograph of a young Marie taken with a ten year old blond boy who is holding an Uzi machine gun and standing next to an Israeli soldier? On the back she wrote: “Sean Dwyer is a name you will need to grow into and it looks like you are on your way. Your Moms’ curly haired girlfriend, Marie”

My favorite quote from Marie:
“Some of life’s most enigmatic moments leap at you from places you thought you had fully investigated.” Prophetic!

People who make this world a better place to live – Marie Colvin

It is people like Marie Colvin who make this world a better place to live. They bring attention to the plight and suffering of voiceless people, to give them a chance, albeit a tiny chance. She did this for the Tamils of Sri Lanka, losing an eye in the process. Now she has done it for the Syrian people, having given her life in the process. When one’s heart aches and is energized into action for another human in another country, another continent, that is what humanity is all about. Marie Colvin was that wonderful human. God bless her soul.

–Kumar Kumarappan

Vice President of BOYCOTT Sri lanka – US Tamil Political Action Committee

Oh Marie Colvin, noble daughter of this Nation,

So many stayed out of conflict zones less newsworthy,

Yet you , trekked the no-go zones in Sri Lanka;

“Journalist!” you shouted, the government grenade their response

Blinding your left eye, for speaking the truth of Tamil misery;

You refused to fake an eye, choosing to wear a black patch

Your devotion to Truth and true journalism, did not have a match

Transcending barriers you negotiated surrenders

But In the killing fields of Sri Lanka, Tamil white flags were blood splattered.

Then the Arab Spring, too hard to resist, and off you went

To witness the pangs of humanity and powers of insanity,

The “free world” media that ignored your Sri Lankan reports

Now paid accolades for your reports on Syrian location

Sri Lankan war criminals took out your eye,

Syrian despots snuffed out your life,

You witnessed last gasps of innocents,

Your courage immortalized the victims.. , Oh Marie.

How can we thank you?…

From the hearts of the Tamil people .. with deep felt gratitude

via Dr E. Shander

Vice President, USTPAC

It is an extraordinary courage that keeps a person to bring to the world the News from very dangerous situations, It is News that the family and friends await but cannot get it. Even after losing an eye what courage it is to continue that..pursuit.
The SriLankan killing was a very tense moment for Tamils all over the world.
What you did and tried to do till the end melts our hearts and the Tamils world over thank you sincerely .
There is a moral Tamil book Thirukkural written 2000 years ago that says the courage is not only fighting a war but for some thing you really love. Your love of Humanity and the common man and woman affected in terrible situations speaks volumes for peaceful co existence of mankind.

The Tamil people will never forget

Marie was a brave women who lost one of her eyes while reporting Tamil sufferings under brutal Sri Lanka government. She will be remembered by all the people of Tamil Eelam.

Friend of Marie’s Mother Rosemarie

Word’s of Comfort

My Dear Rosemarie and Family, Jesus said,”Let not your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms, If it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you; and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me, that you also may be where I am.” John 14.

God has fulfilled every promise He has ever made. He promised us comfort when we’re sad, rest when we’re tired, hope when we feel hopeless, strength when we are weak and peace in the midst of confusion, to be a mother for the motherless and a friend unlike any other.
God has given us all one more thing, so many memories!!!.

And remember this, God the Father lost His only Son, Jesus Christ, on calvary, but was reunited 3 days later. There willl come a day when you will be reunited with Marie, never to be separated again!!!

Just imagine Marie stepping on shore and finding it heaven, of taking hold of a hand and finding it God’s hand. Just imagine her breathing in new air and finding it heaven’s air, of feeling invigorated and finding immortality, Just imagine her passing from a storm of earthly suffering and pain, no more bombs, and danger, but finding eternal calm, just imagine waking up in heaven and finding it to be her new home.

When Great Trees Fall
Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

Marie’s life journey, her courage and all that she did to bring the world’s attention to the powerless victims of war, and rebellion will never be obsolete. Future generations of journalists will learn from her life and follow in her footsteps.

May God Bless You All


I’ve met Marie once in Tbilisi…
Very beautiful, strong, kind, clever…
It is a great loss…
I’ll never forget her…

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