Nobody remembers who was the richest toga salesman in Rome.
. . . the Lord Jesus said, 'To those who are in bonds, Come out, and to those who are in prison, Go forth' (Isa. 49:9); so your sins are forgiven. All, then, are forgiven, nor is there any one whom He has not loosed. For thus it is written, that He has forgiven 'all transgressions, doing away with the handwriting of the ordinance that was against us' (Col. 2:13-14). Why, then, do we hold the bonds of others, while we enjoy our own remission? He, who forgave all, required of all that what every one remembers to have been forgiven to himself, he also should forgive others.
Prabhupada said, “Whatever service one does for Krishna, Krishna never forgets! Krishna will always remembers that service, however insignificant. Even if he comes to the temple and he turns one screw for Krishna, Krishna will never forget. ”
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying, My heart remembers how!
A Lucky Child is an extraordinary story, simply and beautifully told. Heartbreaking and thrilling, it examines what it means to be human, in every good and awful sense. Perhaps most amazingly of all, Thomas Buergenthal remembers and renders the small mysteries and grand passions of childhood, even a childhood lived under the most horrific circumstances.
I do not agree with this century's fashion of running down the human species as a failed try, a doomed sport. At our worst, we may be going through the early stages of adolescence, and everyone remembers what that is like.
Everyone dreams, but not everybody remembers their dreams because some people go into delta; they go too low.
If it's important, your heart remembers.
Eriugena and other Celtic teachers speak of Christ as our memory, as the one who leads us to our deepest identity, as the one who remembers the song of our beginnings.
America remembers. On this 12th anniversary of the 911 attacks, the nation honors those who were lost.
When I'm right, no one remembers. When I am wrong, no one forgets.
When you feel neglected, think of the female salmon, who lays 3,000,000 eggs but no one remembers her on Mother's Day.
If history remembers me at all, in any way, I hope it will be as a man who loved the Land of Israel and watched over it in every way he could, all his life.
No one remembers who took second place and that will neverbe me.
One is what one remembers: no more, no less.
The early morning belongs to the Church of the risen Christ. At the break of light it remembers the morning on which death and sin lay prostrate in defeat and new life and salvation were given to mankind
He's (his father Jorge Posada IV) happy for me. He remembers all of my big games. When I hit my first home run in the World Series, he was here, and he cried. It's like I'm living his dream.
The world only remembers the winners.
For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres.
One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.