Quotes About Remembered

And we remembered, too, which god he served. The divinity of light and medicine and plague. Achilles slipped out of the tent when the moon was high. He came back some time later, smelling of the sea. "What does she say?" I asked, sitting up in bed. "She says we are right.

Thank God this man has no message. Thank God he has no will to be remembered, to be believed in." And, in sudden heresy, "else there might be a new Christ here in the West.

Walking into Nova Hollywood, I remembered why I didn't come here more often. I like a good slice of cheese as much as the next guy, but this place would be too cheesy for a giant mutant rat who had been starving for a week.

My greatest fear in life is not having a big enough impact on someone's life to always be remembered...

True unconditional love tears through the fragile fabric of mortality. Life can come and go as quick as the wind, but love survives the test of time. A heart full of love will always be remembered.

They should have remembered that famous saying of Bismarck: "Preventive war is like committing suicide out of fear of death.

Mahatma Gandhi will always be remembered as long as free men and those who love freedom and justice live.

Please recall that she rescued you from torture not so many years ago, and do try to be nice" Lobo I remembered, but the last thing I wanted was social coaching from a killing machine. Jon

My goal is to be remembered as a human being and as a great performer.

True unconditional love tears through the frail fabric of mortality. Life can come and go as quick as the wind, but love survives the test of time. A heart full of love will always be remembered.

The child of humankind48 greeted them and said to them, "A seed from a power was deficient, and it descended to the earth's abyss. The majesty remembered [it] and sent the [word to] it. The word brought the seed up into [the presence] of the majesty, so that [136] the first word might not be lost."49

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

A sacrifice ever remembered. Never forgotten. Another day we live. A sacrifice for you. Only for you. And so shall it be, For evermore. Paviamma

maybe his soul remembered. as we know. the ashes of Achilles and Patroklos were mingled in one urn. not even a god could sift the one from the other. Achilles has come back with his fierceness and his pride, and with Patroklos' feeling. each of them suffered for what he was; this boy will suffer for both.

All grief would slip away, and all questions would be remembered as the uncomprehending wails of a newborn who did not grasp the meaning of his existence and hungered only for milk.

it is only when no one remembers that you are truly lost. That is the true death.

You will only be remembered for two things: the problems you solve, or the ones you create.

Strengthen your borders, your frontier patrols; It is good to work for the future. One respects the life of the foresighted, While he who trusts fails. Make people come [to you] through your good nature, A wretch is who desires the land [of his neighbor], A fool is who covets what others possess. Life on earth passes, it is not long, Happy is he who is remembered

Keep away from wrongdoing! When goodness is good it is truly good. For justice is for eternity: It enters the graveyard with its doer. When he is buried and earth enfolds him. His name does not pass from the earth; He is remembered because of goodness, That is the rule of god's command.

I think, to be missed is a gift. To be remembered an even bigger one.

still remembered stories my parents told of the hurricane that had destroyed the bridge between Yardley and West Trenton.

Deliberately, she took a long drink. It wasn't as good as she remembered, but then little was. She caught herself in that thought and was ashamed. Cynicism was okay, bitterness a pain in the neck. The hairline difference between the two was hope and humor. The cynic had both, the embittered, nothing.

Memory, for Seneca as for Erasmus, was as much a crucible as a container. It was more than the sum of things remembered. It was something newly made, the essence of a unique self.

But because I do not wish to be remembered (if I will be remembered) as a self-indulgent fantasist, I'll skip the purple patch for now, however much I wish to write it. I need to make amends for my indifference, for having turned my back on the world in favor of the beauties of the way. I'll try to study cruelty (I regret my own) and render it in more familiar terms.