#remember

Remember, God provides the best camouflage several hours out of every 24. ↗

— David M. Shoup

#best #camouflage #every #god #hours

I remember back in the day when Chuck D called hip-hop the 'black people's CNN.' Well now, hip-hop is more like Fox News. It's biased, and highly suspect. ↗

— Saul Williams

#biased #black #called #chuck #cnn

Always remember, money isn't everything - but also remember to make a lot of it before talking such fool nonsense. ↗

— Earl Wilson

#always #before #everything #fool #lot

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. ↗

— Gail Carson Levine

#love #remember #reunion #sisters #love

I remember growing up always loving the guitar. I used to love to watch the people play on the Country Western shows on TV. My folks told me that when I was just a toddler, I used to pretend I was playing a guitar on a toothpick. ↗

— Carl Wilson

#country #folks #growing #growing up #guitar

I'm aware of what kids like because I'm constantly in touch with them. Also, they say that a lot of people who write for children can remember their own childhoods vividly and I can remember my childhood very vividly. ↗

— Eric Wilson

#aware #because #childhood #childhoods #children

Walt gave me a VIP tour of the studio. I remember people doing voices. ↗

— Paul Winchell

#gave #i #i remember #me #people

To do art, one thing should always remember - subjects of people in misery have deep meanings. ↗

— Zhang Yimou

#art #deep #meanings #misery #one thing

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#human #love #memory #perish #remember