Forget Me Quotes

I don’t mind if you forget me. Having learned my lesson, I never left an impression on anyone.

I love you. Never forget that. Never forget…me.

The Lord is a good psychologist: he knows the way our minds run. Turmoil can be the Lord’s way of tapping us on the shoulder and saying, ‘Don’t forget me.’

His gaze slammed into hers. ‘I love you. Never forget that. Never forget…me.’ He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. ‘Never,’ she rasped.

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Let my name die everywhere, let even my friends forget me, if by that means the cause of the blessed Jesus may be promoted

You are the dream I live with; you are the wish I’d made, the name I always whisper in every prayer I pray … now that you left me, while you forget me, I’ll hold you in my dreams.

I want to do something that nobody has done before me. And I want to do it in such a way that nobody will forget me for it.

Records are the only thing that remain of an athlete, the only thing that people will remember. If I want to ensure that people don’t forget me, I can only stop once I’ve set the bar as high as possible for anyone coming after me.

The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can’t suppress my excitement. Cinna has given me a great advantage. No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

I now hope the Arsenal fans can get on with their lives and forget me, they should celebrate their third-place achievement and I will focus on winning titles.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

You won’t forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes? Of course Peter promised, and then he flew away. He took Mrs. Darling’s kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemd satisfied.

A human being survives by his ability to forget. Memory is always ready to blot out the bad and retain only the good.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

Carve your name on hearts, not on marble

Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me in fear that I won’t remember?

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Go, forget me! why should sorrow
O’er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!

Mr. Rochester, I no more assign this fate to you than I grasp at it for myself. We were born to strive and endure – you as well as I: do so. You will forget me before I forget you.

There is something inspiring and sublime about the little forget-me-not flower. I hope it will be a symbol of the little things that make your lives joyful and sweet.

When I die, the world is going to talk about me. They will never forget me and I will never have any regrets. If nothing else, the world will know I was here. I think that everyone should make their mark wherever they are. They will talk about you way after you’re gone. Make your mark. Live your life.

Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May…. [N]ourished by the dews of heaven…. So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not… Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—”Remember me!

Time cast a spell on you but you won’t forget me, I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me. I’ll follow you down ’til the sound of my voice will haunt you, you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

I can not forget Melina Mercouri in black dress at ‘Never on Sunday’.

Women always worry about things that men forget; men always worry about things women remember.

O sleep! O sleep!
Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep,
Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand
Over the lids that crave thy visits bland,
Thou kind, thou comforting one.
For I have seen his face, as I desired,
And all my story is done.
O, I am tired.

A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.

The people always support me. If they come to see my show, they never forget me. They are very proud of me.

The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.

…the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: “It’s the ghost!

maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. […] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.

Unfortunately, or perhaps it is fortunate that I have always been forced to stand on my acting ability. I haven’t a personality such as Jack Gilbert’s, for instance, that attracts women and makes them like me for myself. When I am on the screen I must make them forget me entirely and think only of my acting.

A good character is the best tombstone.

Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.

I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn’t even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there’s no idea to which one doesn’t get acclimatized in time.

Try as i do, i can’t recall her surname. Indeed, her very abstractedness and insubstantial personality seemed to say ‘forget me’; she seemed to live in parenthesis.

If I go
Before I’m old
Oh, brother of mine
Please don’t forget me if I go
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground.