A Quote by Winthrop Mackworth Praed

I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July. — © Winthrop Mackworth Praed
I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July.
I'm surprised by how much I remember [on childhood on film]. I think it's just because I had these interesting moments. Of course, you never know when they're interesting moments, but there was a lot of stuff that I remember and have attached significance to later. I remember enough. I remember highlights.
The heart of most spiritual practices is simply this: Remember who you are. Remember what you love. Remember what is sacred. Remember what is true. Remember that you will die and that this day is a gift. Remember how you wish to live.
My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.
My father took me to see Hank Williams on December 14th, 1952. I was two years and four months of age. And I remember a little cool eddy of hair hitting my cheek, and I remember the smell of his hair oil, and I remember the mingling tonality of the small talk before the show started. Those are my memories.
I can't remember any of the films I've done. You go from one to another, and they all blend in to a big mass. You remember the costumes because you remember how you felt - that Western I did with Kevin Costner where I wore the big hat and the two guns, I remember that.
What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
Always remember where we come from, how we got here, and Who led us into the warmth of the sunshine.
We must remember how to love, remember what's important, and remember God's truth as it applies to our relationships.
I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.
How we remember, what we remember, and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
Can I remember "I remember lots," I say. How much of what I remember is true is another matter.
I don't remember how we happened to meet each other. I don't remember who got along with whom first. All I can remember is all of us together.always.
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.
I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happened, but to remember who I was and how I felt.
I was 12 and I remember every­thing. I mean, I had done two films before that. The first was actually with Amy Heckerling. It was so brilliant to work with her on my first film. Atonement was the third one I'd done, and I remember how it felt to arrive on set every day. I remember how it felt to get my wig off at the end of the day. I remember how hot it was.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
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