Four things support the world: the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the good, and the valor of the brave— Elijah Muhammad
Authentic Great Memorial Day quotations
Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.
It doesn't take a hero to order men into battle.
It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle.
Live with your memories and keep them as memories and that’s great.
Forget the bad times just remember the good ones and you know and hope tomorrow is a good day
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.
Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay, but we can honor their sacrifice.
On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation!
Friends can be said to "fall in like" with as profound a thud as romantic partners fall in love.
I fear the day that technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots.
I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
Freedom cannot be bestowed - it must be achieved.
A little progress each day adds up to bg results.
Most every day — if not every day — for the rest of your life, you will be reminded or think of this night. And I want to thank you in advance right now for the great memories it’s going to be.
In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved.
Each minute bursts in the burning room,The great globe reels in the solar fire,Spinning the trivial and unique away.(How all things flash! How all things flare!)What am I now that I was then?May memory restore again and againThe smallest color of the smallest day:Time is the school in which we learn,Time is the fire in which we burn.
Silence is a source of great strength.
They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
We can't all be Washingtons, but we can all be patriots.
America is hope. It is compassion. It is excellence. It is valor.
Remember how far you've come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.
I don't have to tell you how fragile this precious gift of freedom is.
Every time we hear, watch, or read the news, we are reminded that liberty is a rare commodity in this world.
This Memorial Day should remind us of the greatness that past generations of Americans achieved from Valley Forge to Vietnam, and it should inspire us with the determination to keep America great and free by keeping America safe and strong in our own time, a time of unique destiny and opportunity for our Nation.
As for 1994 [ U.S. Open], I didn't do very well, but it was a great occasion for me even though I was not playing the way I had hoped. And it was obviously a very emotional day that last day, but it was a great memory for me and I have had a lot of great memories at Oakmont over the years.
There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.
I remember when Martin Luther King was assassinated and riots broke out in the city. We celebrated Palm Sunday on 14th Street. I have a memory of walking down the street with buildings smoldering, and soldiers and cops everywhere. Anyways, it [St. Stephen’s] was a church that really taught me the things I needed to learn to not go to church. But I think it is a church that does great work, I went to a wedding there three days ago.
For any American who had the great and priceless privilege of being raised in a small town there always remains with him nostalgic memories... And the older he grows the more he senses what he owed to the simple honesty and neighborliness, the integrity that he saw all around him in those days.
Sometimes the enormity of war overwhelms the truth that all great struggles are just the sum of individual stories. Each is more than just the story of one soldier's service and sacrifice. Their service ripples across their families, friends and their communities. Memorial Day reminds us it is the noble sacrifice of many that makes us who we are.
Make today so awesome, yesterday gets jealous.
My favorite memory is my five years with the Nuggets.
From my first day to my last day is a great memory. There wasn't a year that I was a Nugget that I didn't think we succeeded.
Presented memorial to [Constitutional Convention] committee on sufferage.
Was very courteously treated. We all felt it a great day in the history of Utah. The committee informed us they had passed on W[oman] S[uffrage] being ten to five in favor.
And what of regrets? I shall live with them.
I shall accept my regrets as part of my life, to be numbered among my self-inflicted wounds. But I will not endlessly gaze at them. I shall allow the memories to prod me into doing better with those still living. And I shall allow them to sharpen the vision and intensify the hope for that Great Day coming when we can all throw ourselves into each other's arms and say, "I'm sorry."
Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.
Their sacrifice was great, but not in vain.
All Americans and every free nation on earth can trace their liberty to the white markers of places like Arlington National Cemetery. And may God keep us ever grateful.
Suppose you read about a pill that you could take once a day to reduce anxiety and increase your contentment. Would you take it? Suppose further that the pill has a great variety of side effects, all of them good: increased self-esteem, empathy, and trust; it even improves memory. Suppose, finally, that the pill is all natural and costs nothing. Now would you take it? The pill exists. It is meditation.
It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, with yourrose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your cheek with shame.