Sentences with phrase «remember how»

Having gone through the transition and being on this side of the «gender divide,» I can not remember how horrible it was to have acute gender dysphoria.

I'm a Brit too, but have lived in Canada for thirty three years, yet still remember how freeing Canada was to me.

Remember how Hitler was transported by Alien spacecraft?

The causes of any individual thing thus widen out into unmanageable history of the Universe... It is useful to remember how essentially the causes of any finite portion of the Universe to the history of the Universe as a whole.

He can't remember how he got behind the truck, but he said he remembered falling and looking straight towards the number plate as it drove away.

Drop a comet on them called Wormwood revelations 8:11 lol... mother nature is going to drop a bomb of fire and brimstone, uummm remember how the dinosaurs, became extinct, hmmmm.

Remember how he told them what a great job they were doing exploiting people?

I also remember how many bridges I burned and friends I have lost due to my arrogance.

I remember how silly several people thought it was.

Remember how great a disappointment he was to the Pharisees who wanted him to take a harder stand on sinners?

I remember how this became clear to me at a Notre Dame departmental retreat where we were discussing, one more time, what it meant to be a theology department in a Catholic school.

2 Remember how the LORD your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands.

Almost every war was started over religion, remember how the catholic church burned people at the stake by the tens of thousands.

Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the desert... Fasting is not your own idea.

I remember how after lunch, while others returned to work or took a break, he would grab his scythe and bucket, search out a patch of fresh grass, mow it down and head over to the chicken coop.

I get it... I remember how it was before I truly beleived in Jesus Christ and handed my life over.

I remember how hard I had to concentrate to press 999 on my phone.

For those of you who are older, do you remember how you struggled to figure out who you were?

that way i can remember how much grace has been extended to me and be more gracious to others.

I think that Americans, blessed as we are with security and liberty that many others in the world can only dream about, do not always remember how fragile life is in every time and place.

Remember how the original passover lamb shielded the children of Israel from God's wrath?

I remember how hopeful my teacher was for this new attitude that was emerging in the Church, and the tremendous chance he was taking in becoming the chief Jewish advisor to the Church in this enterprise.

The only way I know to do this is to remember that God loves them, and to remember how much he puts up with in order to love us.»

I want to remember how your baby hair is still so wispy and fine, how everyone who sees you exclaims over how much you look like your dad, how your little feet are still so pudgy and round, how you climb into your little toy basket and perch there for a solid hour, how you laugh so hard when you're crawling away from your brother's chasing that you fall over, how you roll around on the floor laughing until you are gasping at the antics of the rest of us.

Remember how you responded to the boycott against JC Penny over Ellen?

Remember how fervently you once believed in Santa Claus?

One of these days, my spine will remember how to stay in place and then our work will be done.

I want to remember how your smile looks with just four little white teeth and how you reach around to pat my back so sweetly when I hold you close and how your nose gets red when you're tired.

It's time to remember how to concentrate, it's time to remember how to focus, it's time to summer the days....

The next time we shake our fists at our screens, blaming the web for bringing out the worst in people, let's remember how it can bring out the best in them too.

So the next time you want to have a BBQ for the LORD but can't remember how to do it, just sing this little diddy and everything will fall neatly into place.

But this moment is fleeting and so I want to remember how it feels to sing old Anne Murray songs into the cavern of the bathtub while you knock baby toys off the ledge and obediently sit back down into the little well of water when I say «bum down, Mags!»

I want to remember how we all have danced to your attendance — we don't believe you can spoil a baby with love, you see — and how you have brought such joy to our lives simply by your very existence.

I don't remember how the book came to be in my hands, where I bought it, or if it was a gift, but I can recall with great clarity the moment I read the first chapter.

My friend snapped a picture of me standing there in the parking lot on our way out, we wanted to remember how we looked in the head coverings, I was grinning wide at the novelty.

Remember how I said there's a certain kind of conservatism which I respect more than bourgeois liberalism — Eliot is of this type.

That was really an insignificant conversation, but I remember it because I remember how embarrassed I was.

When Jesus subsequently sends the disciples across the Sea of Galilee alone, they are hesitant to go without him because they remember how safe and secure they were when he was in the boat with them.

Everybody should be forced to go for a couple of months disconnected from the net, just so they can remember how things were done — and can still be done — with paper and pencil and memorized facts.

He says in Ephesians 2:12 that we need to remember how before we were saved, we were strangers from the covenants of promise.

We are commanded to remember our past, not to become guilty about it, but to remember how awful our former life was in comparison to what God has given us now.

Do you remember how great that felt?

They patrol it with bloodhounds, for they remember how H.G. Wellsâ $ ™ The Invisible Man could be both smelt and touched though he could not be seen.

I think as a non-believer, it is important to remember how vital hope is and how independent that emotion is from logic.

The sursum corda helps us to remember how it is that we participate with the priest in this sacrifice.

I remember how fear was an enemy to be routed and cast out of our hearts, not a pet to stroke and coddle, let alone a tactic for financial gain at the expense of each other.

Let us remember how ludicrous our carefully packaged systems of theology really are.

Look how John has been speaking about the anointed one already; remember how the crowds will project their hopes and desires on him.

(You remember how she did an art show to raise money for a children's home in Mexico?)

Sometimes it's hard to remember how passionately uncertain I was when I began 30 years ago.