Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
When I forget my sovereign, may my God forget me.
I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.
After all, God is God because he remembers.
Oh, the hard, cruel thoughts which men have toward one another when they are angry! They kill and slay a thousand times over. These hasty sins are soon forgotten by us, but they are not forgotten by God.
Among us on the earth there is His memory; but in the Kingdom of heaven His very Presence. That Presence is the joy of those who have already attained to beatitude; the memory is the comfort of us who are still wayfarers, journeying towards the Fatherland.
You can never forget God. If you forget God, he's gon' forget you.
The Lord always grants more than what he has been asked: you ask him to remember you, and he brings you into his Kingdom!
I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God?
In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
Whether or not you choose to keep your covenant to always remember Him, He always remembers you.
