Browsing Topic Best Reminding Quotes

Behind every good man, there’s a good woman reminding you I knew you when you didn’t have nothing.

Show how you can get me back my childhood. Do not keep reminding me of my past otherwise

Lunches don’t get free just because you don’t see the prices on the menu. And economists don’t get popular by reminding people of that.

When you counsel someone, you should appear to be reminding him of something he had forgotten, not of the light he was unable to see.

I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.

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When I got married, I was all in love, but then came life intruding in, and sometimes it’s difficult … I would look at my husband and ask, ‘did we do it too quickly?’ … But my husband was strong in his resolve. He kept reminding me that people go through this, and that we were going to be ok.

And just in case you need reminding, you are beautiful

I feel like the movie is reminding people of who they are, which is what I think all great art does.

I have to keep reminding myself that being famous on earth would be nice but I would rather walk the red carpet in Heaven.

What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don’t forget who we are by reminding us of who we were?

So I stepped away, reminding myself that when you’re a spy, sometimes all you can do is go on. One foot in front of the other, wherever the narrow path might lead.

August in Florida is God’s way of reminding us who’s in charge.

One of the things I keep reminding players is that when you’re lost in a fog, you must stick together. Then you don’t get lost. If there’s a secret about Liverpool, that’s it.

Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what’s not in it.

Invade me now, my ruthless friend,And make me cower in the dark.Remind me that I’m all aloneAnd draw upon my face your mark.How is it that you capture me,When all my thoughts deny your force?Is it the reptile in my brainThat lets your terror run its course?Baseless Fear undoes us allDespite our quest for lofty goals.We would-be Galahads don’t die,Fear just freezes all our souls.It keeps us mute when feeling love,Reminding us what we might lose.And if by chance we meet success,Fear tells us which safe route to choose.

A very close friend of mine keeps reminding me that since about the age of 50, I’ve been saying, ‘I’m finished. I haven’t got another one in me.’ But somehow you do.

I think the job of the artist is to remind people of what they have chosen to forget.

I used my captors names every chance I had. It was intentional, a way of reminding them that I saw them, of pegging them, of making them see me in return.

Reminding people what in reality it is all about, giving them a theme on which to ponder, creating a shock within them, pulling them out of the delusion of non authenticity, enabling them to become aware of their true possibilities.

Throughout history, the arts and humanities have helped men and women around the globe grapple with the most challenging questions and come to know the most basic truths. In our increasingly interconnected world, the arts play an important role in both shaping the character that defines us and reminding us of our shared humanity. This month, we celebrate our Nation’s arts and humanities, and we recommit to ensuring all Americans can access and experience them.

I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn’t, I know I can’t, I know it’s wrong… but even when you’re pissing me off, when you’re reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it’s there, the wanting. I’m tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don’t want to fight this. Not anymore.

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.

The landscape in Montgomery and in the South is just saturated with imagery. Markers are everywhere. There’s a marker for the first Confederate post office, there’s a marker for a ball that Robert E. Lee hosted, there’s a marker for where Jefferson Davis had a meeting. We love reminding people about all that was going on in the mid-nineteenth century.

Those are more universal things than some of the characters I play, who are slightly sociopathic. I keep reminding people I can do ordinary.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn’t so.

I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people’s screams. At night the sound of strangers having icy sex echoed off the building and poured through the broken air conditioning, like tiny daggers I couldn’t see, reminding me of just the tip of what I was missing.

Reminding ourselves of the gospel is the most important daily habit we can establish.

Quite interesting, North Korea is as if it’s an entirely secular dictatorship. In North Korea you might think that was the case since it has an officially Communistic ideology, but it’s not, it’s the most religious state it’s possible to imagine. It’s actually two people who have been fused into one, maybe this is reminding you of something, there’s the father and there’s the son. It’s one short of a trinity.

When barriers are put in front of you, it’s God or the universe asking you to remember who you are, and reminding you not to let yourself be defined by things outside of you.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep…wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you….The one who turns to his friends and says, ‘that’s her.’

As a myth of national purpose and as a program for individual conduct, the simple life has, in a sense, served as the nation’s conscience, reminding Americans of what the founders had hoped they would be and thereby providing a vivifying counterpoint to the excesses of materialist individualism.

When you start to beat yourself up, remind yourself of how worthy you are of love.

Writing for adults, you have to keep reminding them of what is going on. The poor things have given up using their brains when they read. Children you only need to tell things to once.

One can become quite used to the specter of the eternal Footman, like some lethal old bore lurking in the hallway at the end of the evening, hoping for the chance to have a word. And I don’t so much object to his holding my coat in that marked manner, as if mutely reminding me that it’s time to be on my way. No, it’s the snickering that gets me down.