I don't need anybody's permission to be remembered. I will…

Why can't everything stay the same. Where there is no change. Where people don't die. Where you won't age. Where there isn't a past…

— Karina Escobar

I'd like to be remembered. I'd like to think that someday two guys will be talking in a bar and one of them will…

— Cal Ripken, Jr

If I could do anything in my life and be remembered for anything, I would like to be remembered for helping the world see…

— Margaret Wertheim

“You don’t need anybody’s permission to live the life you desire, Olivia. You need only the permission of your heart.”

— Hazel Gaynor

“You don't need anybody's permission to prove yourself, just prove yourself.”

— Amit Kalantri

When I need to see the president, I make a request directly to his scheduler. I don't have to ask anybody's permission to see…

— John Holdren

“I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I…

— Rick Chiantaretto

“It was among the knowledgeable others that one hoped to be talked about and admired. It was not impossible—the world of squadrons is small.…

— James Salter

“He remembered that part like you’d remember a story someone told to you once, like you might nod in sympathy but it wasn’t like…

— Anne Ursu

“He first felt old when there was no one left alive who remembered what he was like when he was a baby.”

— Barry Smolin

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

— William Shakespeare

“We are your shadow uncles, your angel godfathers, your mother’s or your grandmother’s best friend from college, the author of that book you found…

— David Levithan

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.

— Mary Antin

“And God the taste of undercover on my tongue again, the brush of it down the little hairs on my arms. I'd thought I…

— Tana French

“My memories are not books. They are only stories that I have been over so many times in my head that I don't know…

— Elizabeth McCracken