Remember the first rule of gunfighting… ‘have a gun.’
Surround yourself with people who provide you with support and love and remember to give back as much as you can in return.
Do your best, one shot at a time and then move on. Remember that golf is just a game.
When I had to have a little seizure, I looked up videos of people having seizures. I remember looking up symptoms and what happens to your body. You kind of just lock up and I had to prepare for that. A lot.
I mean honestly, anybody can diss me. I remember 50 Cent said something and everybody was like you need to get at 50 and I was like, ‘Whatever, I’m in a whole different place in my life.’ It’s gon’ have to take something really, really serious for me to start putting that much negative energy into the world again.
Remember that I am a human.
I don’t remember ever being full of dislike and hatred for people, like some kids I’ve come across now.
I can remember watching ‘Lord of the Rings’ and being truly regretful that I wasn’t a being in that world.
I vividly remember my sixth-grade classroom. I remember what it smelled like, where I sat, what I could see out the window, and how I felt about things. Peel away my decrepit middle-aged exterior, and an important part of me is still twelve years old. It helps me when I sit down to write stories for kids.
A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.
I remember the beginnings of the Kurzweil reading machine. I was one of the first to meet Ray Kurzweil and purchase the reading machine in Boston. To think that the machine was at least two and a half large suitcases at the time, and now you have a camera and it takes a picture and you have sound.
That’s the way I got along in life. I don’t ever remember being particularly jealous of anybody, because I figured if I can’t do it myself, I don’t deserve to get it.
If you’re constantly pushing yourself higher, higher, the law of averages – not to mention the myth of Icarus – predicts that you will at some point fall. And when you do, I want you to know this, remember this: There is no such thing as failure.
I remember being infuriated from the top of my head to the tip of my toes the first time a screen was put around Bob Carter and me on a train leaving Washington in the 1940s.
As far back as I can remember, my mother would have me down by the bed at night with her, praying. I can still hear her voice calling my name to God and telling him that she wanted me to follow him in whatever he called me to do.
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; – poetry = the best words in the best order.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
When it was time for parent-teacher conferences, I remember that I was always embarrassed about what my parents would hear about me!
I remember the first time I had sex – I kept the receipt.
Remember, beneath every cynic there lies a romantic, and probably an injured one.
I remember, after the Pamela Anderson roast, being told, ‘You’re sold out – you can add two more shows.’
I’ve been blessed with so many opportunities and so many amazing things throughout this process. But all the while, I remember that the reason that I’m here and the reason that I do music and tell these stories is that people come to know the love, the God that I know.
If it’s hard to remember, it’ll be difficult to forget.
It behooves every man to remember that the work of the critic is of altogether secondary importance, and that, in the end, progress is accomplished by the man who does things.
We must remember that Satan has his miracles, too.
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.’
Be as smart as you can, but remember that it is always better to be wise than to be smart.
When I forget who I am, I remind myself by finding my stride. I remember that I am strong, free, and loved, and that with God’s help I can weather whatever comes.
I think that if you live long enough, you realize that so much of what happens in life is out of your control, but how you respond to it is in your control. That’s what I try to remember.
I remember when MySpace came out. It did do something pretty incredible – which was unite people around the world with common interests and common tastes.
You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.
I remember arguing with kids on the street who were talking about Santa Claus. I said don’t be so daft – Santa Claus doesn’t come down our chimney. He’s an economic Santa Claus; he goes down chimneys where they’ve got money.
I vividly remember a conversation I had many years ago in 1974, which marked a turning point in my leadership journey. I was sitting at a Holiday Inn with my friend, Kurt Campmeyer, when he asked me if I had a personal growth plan. I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even know you were supposed to have one.
It often happens that I wake up at night and begin to think about a serious problem and decide I must tell the Pope about it. Then I wake up completely and remember that I am the Pope.
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious – like, I don’t remember them ever being together.
Just remember your thoughts control your whole reality. Everything you think of you can accomplish. Your thoughts are your reality. People realize that and everybody would be up.
When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.
Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
I remember where I’m from. It’s like, ‘Dude, you used to work at Pizza Hut.’ I still have the hat.
When I create lyrics, I just go off of energy. Sometimes I write down my lyrics on my phone and most times I remember the lyrics in my head.
Don’t worry about the pressure or the responsibility. Just live in it, have fun, and when everything seems to be going right, just stay humble and remember your family.
I don’t remember not playing games. I think my pre-industry experience is me building LEGO houses and wishing people would go through them.
Outside the kingdom of the Lord there is no nation which is greater than any other. God and history will remember your judgment.
I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
I feel like I inspire more people than I think I do. I just need to remember that.
I grew up with vinyl records and remember the pleasure and the kind of buzz that I got from buying a beautiful vinyl record with the sleeve and the lyrics – all that kind of tactile experience that you could get from an old vinyl record.
I do remember how it was to be poor. I do remember that in my early years, we had to grow and raise all of our food, even our animals. And I remember in my early life, we didn’t even have electricity. So it was very, very hard times then.
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don’t ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.
When I was 7 and went to the zoo with my second-grade class, I saw chimpanzee eyes for the first time – the eyes of an unhappy animal, all alone, locked in a bare, concrete-floored, iron-barred cage in one of the nastier, old-fashioned zoos. I remember looking at the chimp, then looking away.
It’s OK to do cute little things like kissing a turtle, but you can’t kiss another person because he’s a different color? Give me a break. And you have to remember, I’m from Dallas, Texas.
When I was very young, I remember my mother telling me about a friend of hers in Germany, a pianist who played a symphony that wasn’t permitted, and the Germans came up on stage and broke every finger on her hands. I grew up with stories of Nazis breaking the fingers of Jews.
If the white man gives you anything – just remember when he gets ready he will take it right back. We have to take for ourselves.
Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you’re heartbroken, but tomorrow you’ll be in love again.
My earliest vivid memory would be my Nigerian mother. She would wrap me on her back. I remember being on her back a lot. It felt like a ride, like I was riding a dinosaur; going everywhere and seeing everything.
Other tourists might remember London for Buckingham Palace, Piccadilly Circus, and Big Ben. I’ll remember it for its failed multiculturalism.
Remember, those that wait upon the Lord will rise up with wings like eagles, and they will run and not be weary. And don’t you ever be weary, because the battle goes on, year after year, and we need all of you young people to join us in the battle.
