I want Chinese history to remember me as Carnegie is remembered. I want Chinese people to remember me as they remember Marx and Lenin.
We love films because they make us feel something. They speak to our desires, which are never small. They allow us to escape and to dream and to gaze into eyes that are impossibly beautiful and huge. They fill us with longing. But also. They tell us ...
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
I actually remember celebrating National Poetry Day at school; I remember having to write and read a load.
Remembering and Forgetting You have not forgotten to remember; You have remembered to forget. But people can forget to forget. That is just as important as remembering to remember – and generally more practical.
Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.
The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.
I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happened, but to remember who I was and how I felt.
I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.
I remember when I was 19, it was pretty tough.
I remember when I was a private soldier. I remember the days when I was taken care of and when I was not taken care of.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
I remember fear and I remember the potential of nuclear war.
What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember , the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.
Remember why we live. Remember warmth, remember good food. Remember friends, and song, and evenings spent around the hearth.
I think that when you remember, remember, remember everything like that, you could go on until you remember what was there before you were in the world.
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind! There was something so special about that place...even your emotions had an echo...and so much space!
The problem with me is that I cannot focus when she is on my mind. I can’t. I probably will make a mistake when writing that paper and will start writing everything I feel about her—the professor will be very happy with that, I am sure. Oh well, ...
I withdrew a small card from the pouch. The front of it was filled with lines of elegant, hand-lettered script. "What does it say?" Dad asked, leaning forward. "The Four Remembers of Life," I read. "Number one: Remember, you are unique. Number two: R...
I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.
