A Quote by Anna Quindlen

I got a fortune cookie that said, "To remember is to understand." I have never forgotten it. A good judge remembers what it was like to be a lawyer. A good editor remembers being a writer. A good parent remembers what it was like to be a child.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
A good conversationalist is not one who remembers what was said, but says what someone wants to remember.
Writers are funny about reviews: when they get a good one they ignore it-- but when they get a bad review they never forget it. Every writer I know is the same way: you get a hundred good reviews, and one bad, andyou remember only the bad. For years, you go on and fantasize about the reviewer who didn't like your book; you imagine him as a jerk, a wife-beater, a real ogre. And, in the meantime, the reviewer has forgotten all about the whole thing. But, twenty years later, the writer still remembers that one bad review.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched lightly, a memory may flow out in a stream.
It is not simply what one remembers, but why. There are sites of amputation where the past is severed from the body of the present. Remembering only encourages the growth of phantom limbs. And it is not simply what one remembers, or why, but what to do with what one remembers, which of the scattered pieces to carry forward, what to protect and preserve, what to leave behind.
A good mother remembers to serve fruit at breakfast, is always cheerful and never yells, manages not to project her own neuroses and inadequacies onto her children, is an active and beloved community volunteer. She remembers to make play dates, her children's clothes fit, she does art projects with them and enjoys all their games.
I think as humans, no one remembers their successes, everyone just remembers their failures.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.
Everyone who remembers his own education remembers teachers, not methods and techniques. The teacher is the heart of the educational system.
The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence.
Everyone remembers the winner; nobody remembers who finishes second. But quite a lot, I seem to be right around the hunt with nine holes to play.
In the history of each sport, the heroes who win the Olympic gold medal are the ones we remember. Nobody remembers the World Champion 25 years ago, but everyone remembers who the Olympic Champions were, even 100 years ago.
The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.
It's only first place in NHL. Nobody remembers who's second place. Everyone remembers the winner.
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