Remember
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Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.
Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
Cakes are special. Every birthday, every celebration ends with something sweet, a cake, and people remember. It's all about the memories.
Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Promise me you'll always remember: you're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
Africans in the United States must remember that the slave ships brought no West Indians, no Caribbeans, no Jamaicans or Trinidadians or Barbadians to this hemisphere. The slave ships brought only African people and most of us took the semblance of nationality from the places where slave ships dropped us off.
Sometimes you have to disconnect to stay connected. Remember the old days when you had eye contact during a conversation? When everyone wasn't looking down at a device in their hands? We've become so focused on that tiny screen that we forget the big picture, the people right in front of us.
I remember there were days when — and this is kind of gross — I would sleep in my uniform to save time in the morning and then get up and go to school... it didn't matter because I didn't have to impress anyone, and I didn't have to look cute in class.
We should remember that one man is much the same as another, and that he is best who is trained in the severest school.
Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more.
Geologists have a saying — rocks remember.
If you're going down the street and you're going the wrong way, remember — God permits U-turns.
I remember that — you know, I didn't receive a formal education. I was educated in the Montevideo cafe, in the cafes of Montevideo. There, I received my first lessons in the art of telling stories, storytelling.
I'd always vaguely expected to outgrow my limitations. One day, I'd stop twisting my hair, and wearing running shoes all the time, and eating exactly the same food every day. I'd remember my friends' birthdays, I'd learn Photoshop, I wouldn't let my daughter watch TV during breakfast. I'd read Shakespeare.
If thy brother wrongs thee, remember not so much his wrong-doing, but more than ever that he is thy brother.
Remember, your vote is not a wasted vote. Vote with your heart and think about the future generations the next time you vote.
I remember debating the finer points of flaky pastry with my chicken-pot-pie-obsessed American dad. I remember the divine mix of Thai food, TV dinners, and hearty, homemade goodness that have shaped this palate of mine to this day. I remember all this, but I still Google my husband's birthday. Thank God he's famous.
I remember from my school days Archimedes jumping into his bath and displacing water and coming up with his famous principle, and of course Isaac Newton being hit on the head with an apple. In other words, this realm of human knowledge — which is mathematical, essentially — can have a playful visual element to it.
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