Forgotten Quotes by Henry Royce, Ronald Reagan, Virginia Woolf, Jasmine Guy, Penn Badgley, Chief Joseph and many others.
The quality will remain when the price is forgotten.
For too long, the victims of crime have been the forgotten persons of our criminal justice system.
Why does one write these books after all? The drudgery, the misery, the grind, are forgotten everytime; and one launches another, and it seems sheer joy and buoyancy.
We gave up having a TV last year. I am out of the loop. Life is way better than TV. I recommend it to anyone who has forgotten they have one.
I want to be an actor – I don’t want to be a celebrity. They are two different things, and people have forgotten that they are different.
We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now… but it will grow again… like the trees.
Ryan Gosling. He was a good kid, good actor. I like him very much. What was the name of the movie? I’ve forgotten it. Fracture.
To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead.
This moment! – this here-now – is forgotten when you start thinking in terms of achieving something. When the achieving mind arises, you lose contact with the paradise you are in.
Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
Things move really fast on the Internet and get forgotten, we always want something new, even though something may have just came out.
When warriors feel afraid they lack something, it is only because they are forgetful. They have forgotten how capable they truly are.
She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she’d forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.
The tongue is a powerful tool. And the words we say are never forgotten. Never.
We’ve chosen to stay part of the Westminster system, but we don’t want to be a forgotten, sidelined part of it.
Long after youвЂ™ve forgotten someoneвЂ™s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.
The Great Migration can get forgotten if we don’t pay attention or bear witness to it. It’s part of my personal history and the history of millions of African Americans who left those oppressive conditions for better lives in the North. It’s important to put that on the page.
We have places in America that really have been just forgotten.
Islam tells us every girl and boy should be educated. I don’t know why the Taliban have forgotten it.
I have forgotten my rave reviews and memorized my vicious ones – like most writers.
Look for the enemies of Medicare, of higher minimum wages, of Social Security, of federal aid to education and there you will find the enemy of the Negro, the coalition of Dixiecrats and reactionary Republicans that seek to dominate the Congress.
I’d forgotten – perhaps preferred to forget – that I’d caved in to the interference of some copy-editor… somebody anonymous whose commitment to finding something wrong would not disgrace an Eastern European clerk.
The West needs to relearn what the rest of the world has never forgotten – that there is nothing sinful in leisure as long as it does not degenerate into mere sloth.
The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone” – The Forgotten Garden
For most Americans the Constitution had become a hazy document, cited like the Bible on ceremonial occasions but forgotten in the daily transactions of life.
A lot of times, people have forgotten about an album by the time it’s released, because it leaked three months earlier. Very strange days we live in.
This is your body, your greatest gift, pregnant with wisdom you do not hear, grief you thought was forgotten, and joy you have never known.
I have never forgotten the almost mystical power over an audience a storyteller has, when the story is deep and links you.
For the moment I can think of nothingвЂ” except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.
I was nine. I saw Orson Welles in ‘Julius Caesar.’ It was involving, emotional, imaginative. I’ve never forgotten it.
In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.
Larry had brought me blue jeans, a red polo shirt, jogging socks, my white Nikes, an extra cross from my suitcase, the silver knives, the Firestar complete with inner pants holster, and the Browning and its shoulder holster. He’d forgotten a bra, but hey, except for that it was perfect.
Money is the most corrosive aspect of life today because it means that all attention to detail is forgotten.
I get out in the ‘hoods. I want to go to the worst, the grimiest places. That’s where I want to be. Those are usually the kids or the communities that kind of get left behind or forgotten about. I feel like I was in that situation at one point. That’s where my mindset is and that’s what I stand for.
There’s a lot of days where you feel forgotten.
So don’t be average. Don’t be good. Don’t be great. Be phenomenal. Or be forgotten.
We’ve lost the sense of our own divinity. We think that we’re separate from God, but we can’t be. We must be like what we came from, and we came from an infinite, loving, kind, beautiful Source. We’ve forgotten that.
We have forgotten to observe. Instead of observing, we do things according to patterns.
The gold standard, in one form or another, will prevail long after the present rash of national fiats is forgotten or remembered only in currency museums.
A vacation trip is one-third pleasure, fondly remembered, and two-thirds aggravation, entirely forgotten.
Translators are the shadow heroes of literature, the often forgotten instruments that make it possible for different cultures to talk to one another, who have enabled us to understand that we all, from every part of the world, live in one world.
I have not forgotten my story I want to tell Millennial women. I’m still waiting for them all to gather out there. I sent out a request for people to call Millennial that they know.
I’ve forgotten lines all the time. Sometimes I switch verses in a song. It’s just hard not to when you’re doing the same thing all the time.
Rain falls on everyone, lightning strikes some. What cannot be changed is best forgotten. God made the world, and He saw that it was good. Not fair. Not happy. Not perfect. Good.
Education is what is left after all that has been learnt is forgotten.
Because this, for better or worse, is exactly where the truth lies–at the intersection of the forgotten and the ignored, in the neighborhood of all we have tried to forget.
I couldn’t remember when I’d stopped willing to be trans and started wanting to be trans. If there were a difference, I’d forgotten it.
In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.
Judenhass is endlessly disturbing, often unpleasant and incessantly horrifying in its stark coldness. The quotes should never be forgotten or made light of. It is why all people of good will say, ‘Never again.’
We have forgotten love, and Sat lonely beside each other. We have eaten together, Lonely behind our plates, we Have hidden behind children, We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns toward you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence.
The French say that to part is to die a little. To be forgotten too is to die a little. It is to lose some of the links that anchor us to the rest of humanity.
Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the world. Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response. Indifference is not a beginning; it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor – never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten.
We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.
A Labour Party that stops talking about social mobility has forgotten what it is for.
If I were called upon to identify briefly the principal trait of the entire 20th century… I would be unable to find anything more precise and pithy than to repeat once again: Men have forgotten God.
It is safest to grasp the concept of the postmodern as an attempt to think the present historically in an age that has forgotten how to think historically in the first place.
That was how things were back then. Anything that grew took its time growing, and anything that perished took a long time to be forgotten. But everything that had once existed left its traces, and people lived on memories just as they now live on the ability to forget quickly and emphatically.
America has lost an icon. Ronald Reagan’s leadership will inspire Americans for generations to come. His patriotism and devotion to our country will never be forgotten.
Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutory rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.
The actor’s popularity is evanescent; applauded today, forgotten tomorrow.
The trace left behind is substituted for the practice. It exhibits the (voracious) property that the geographical system has of being able to transform action into legibility, but in doing so it causes a way of being in the world to be forgotten.
Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.
One of the things forgotten about the human spirit is that while it is, in the right conditions, noble and brave and wonderful, it is also, when you get right down to it, only human.
In seeking true peace some of us need to improve what has to be improved, confess what needs to be confessed, forgive what needs to be forgiven, and forget what should be be forgotten in order that serenity can come to us.
Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.
The circumstances, including my body and my parents, whom I may curse, are my soul’s own choice and I do not understand this because I have forgotten
Many investors seem to have forgotten a hard reality: There are frequent periods when stock markets don’t do much.
I don’t really collect anything. I mean, if I see a piece of Moxie soda memorabilia, I’ll probably buy it. I’m a sucker for regional soda brands and forgotten histories and that sort of thing.
A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.
If you take a frozen box and stick it in the microwave, you become connected to the factory. We’ve forgotten who we are.
All that I’ve lived I’ve forgotten, as if I’d vaguely heard it. All that I’ll be reminds me of nothing, as if I’d lived and forgotten it.
That’s why men need instant replays in sports. They’ve already forgotten what happened.
God calls each and every star by name. ItвЂ™s not likely He has forgotten yours.
And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning’s will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.
It’s as if we live in a house which has a vast treasury in one of its rooms. Only we’ve forgotten about it. So, instead of living a life of royalty, we go about in poverty.
I’ve never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It’s probably because they have forgotten their own.
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.
For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.
As we rise higher in the understanding of ourselves, the national and racial dissonances will be forgotten in the universal rhythms of Truth and Love
The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. . . . I call C the Forgotten Man.
Those who die without being forgotten get longevity.
[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
We have forgotten that those skills on the more positive side of human nature have to be taught, have to be modeled, have to be practiced.
We have thought that because children are young they are silly. We have forgotten the blind stirrings, the reaching outward of our own youth.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
Just to be remembered is good enough for me. Lots of people are forgotten.
In Britain and Europe, no event is less forgotten than World War I, or ‘The Great War,’ as it was called until 1939.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
Music is a science, it heals depression, it awakens, most people don’t know, they just take music for an entertainment, something to dance to, and enjoy yourself and you go to bed and forget it tomorrow, music must never be forgotten, it’s like a fountain that keeps on flowing
Once I started singing, I realized it was a language I’d forgotten I could speak.
You have not forgotten to remember; You have remembered to forget. But people can forget to forget. That is just as important as remembering to remember – and generally more practical.
There is only the here and now. The past is gone, forgotten.
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
As a senior in high school with no money working several jobs, I was sent to a wonderful school on the East Coast by a wonderful Jewish man. I’ve never forgotten that. I’ve sent over 5,000 young people to school around the world in memory of him because he was so gracious to me.
If an enterprise does not aspire to be the best of its kind, it will attract second-rate employees, and it will be soon forgotten.
While Secretary Napolitano may be gone, she will not be forgotten. Her inaction and incompetence on border security will continue to plague our nation for years to come.
All the true heroes of history will be forgotten and all the villains will be remembered as heroes.
Maybe he’s been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.
I’ve forgotten more about bad putting than all the lousy putters in the firmament combined. My mind has been twisted into an incurable, disturbing venue of bad speed and inadequate line. I just want to go out and not feel like I’m putting a Rubik’s Cube with a flimsy piece of rope.
I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.
Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.
A PERSON WHO CANNOT FORGIVE HAS FORGOTTEN HOW GREAT A DEBT GOD HAS FORGIVEN THEM.
It’s a ridiculously expensive time of year and if you buy something that you’ve guessed at and it’s not right, what a waste of money. Far better to ask. And if you do it with three or four weeks to go, by the time it comes to Christmas you’ve forgotten about it – so it’s a lovely surprise.
Whatever simplicity I’ve achieved in writing, I think I owe most of it to Jean Renoir and Hemingway: simple, declarative sentences. I’ve read some very good writers, but the sentences were so long that I’ve forgotten what the point was.
I don’t want to just make music as I want to be legendary. I understand it has to be commercial as I have to feed my family. I am in between these two marks and they are not many people in this space. I want my work to my valued even if my face is forgotten.
For I often please myself with the fancy, now that I may have saved from oblivion the only striking passage in a whole volume, and now that I may have attracted notice to a writer undeservedly forgotten.
When I was young, I spent my days and nights trying to impress future generations. I spent them. They’re gone. All because I was deathly afraid of being forgotten. And then came the regret. The worst things of all worst things.
He liked the loneliness of inner space, the sense of being forgotten by the world.
We did it Disneyland, in the knowledge that most of the people I talked to thought it would be a financial disaster – closed and forgotten within the first year.
Has God forgotten all I have done for Him.
You are wrong if you think that you can in any way take the vision and tame it… The vision is not so much destroyed, exactly, as it is, by the time you have finished, forgotten. It has been replaced by this changeling.
One thing I have no worry about is whether God exists. But it has occurred to me that God has Alzheimer’s and has forgotten we exist.
A girl asks her doctor, “Doctor, I’ve forgotten to take my contradictory pill!” The doctor says: “Are you ignorant?” The girl says: “Yes, three months!”
When I first arrived at the Matignon, my desire was to reconcile Parliament and De Gaulle. I had forgotten only two things. Parliament and De Gaulle.
To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.
And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
I’ve never forgotten that experience. But I had nobody at school that was either like Hector or Irwin. The masters had no idea what was expected of you in the scholarship exam, so you just had to busk it really.
The hand of benevolence is everywhere stretched out, searching into abuses, righting wrongs, alleviating distresses, and bringing to the knowledge and sympathies of the world the lowly, the oppressed, and the forgotten.
The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can’t see, whose beginning you’ve forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.
What’s been largely forgotten is that Washington was highly passionate and aggressive, and it was only after losing Philadelphia to the British after a string of disastrous battlefield performances that he finally resigned himself to the more conservative approach with which he has since become associated.
What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.
I’m not in journalism for the money. I’m in it to tell great stories, to talk about moments of history that are forgotten, and also to get into the nitty gritty of drug policy that you don’t really see written about anywhere else.
I thought, I might not look my best, I’ve forgotten half the words to my songs and I’m suffering from post-traumatic stress, but I’ve just got to get out there and do it.
You must go in quest of yourself, and you will find yourself again only in the simple and forgotten things.
I can think of no habit, kept up through the years, that binds a married couple more than that of reading good books together. Domestic problems and personal problems are for the time forgotten, and an intellectual intimacy is established that can be maintained in few other ways.
The reality is that family is on the cards in the future. But you know in motorsport if you take yourself off to have children, you won’t come back, partly as you’re quickly forgotten in this sport.
We are a nation of physical animals who have forgotten how much we enjoy being that. We are cushioned by this kind of make-believe, unreal world and have no idea what we can survive because we are never challenged or tested.
If I didn’t have my camera to remind me constantly, I am here to do this, I would eventually have slipped away, I think. I would have forgotten my reason to exist.
Our ancestors were very rich and eminent people, and they left us an enormous inheritance, which we have completely forgotten, especially since the time when we began to consider ourselves the descendants of a monkey.
If citizens wish to retain their liberty, they cannot assume that those who seek power over them are honest. Skepticism of government is one of the most important-and most forgotten-bulwarks of freedom.
It is the black work of an ungodly man or an atheist, that God is not in all his thoughts. What comfort can be had in the being of God without thinking of him with reverence and delight? A God forgotten is as good as no God to us.
We’ve forgotten how to remember, and just as importantly, we’ve forgotten how to pay attention. So, instead of using your smartphone to jot down crucial notes, or Googling an elusive fact, use every opportunity to practice your memory skills. Memory is a muscle, to be exercised and improved.
A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.
People tend to group together their favourite sitcoms and feel that they all took place in one spot named ‘the past’, but in fact all these sitcoms are spread over a long period of time, and all the terrible sitcoms that were on have been justifiably forgotten.
Architects in planning rooms today have forgotten their faith in natural light.В Depending on the touch of a finger to a switch, they are satisfied with static light and forget the endlessly changing qualities of natural light, in which a room is a different room every second of the day.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn’t help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a weekвЂ™s time.
All writers – all people – have their stores of private and family legends which lie like a collection of half-forgotten, often violent toys on the floor of memory.
We all dream profusely every night, yet by morning we’ve forgotten ninety percent of what went on. That’s why poets are such important members of society. Poets remember our dreams for us.
The problem, then, is how to bring about a striving for harmony with land among a people many of whom have forgotten there is any such thing as land, among whom education and culture have become almost synonymous with landlessness. This is the problem of conservation education.
It should not be forgotten that art is not a science where the latest ‘correct’ theory declares the old to be false and erases it.
It’s as if a psychological norm is being established whereby comments left online are part of a video game and not real life. It’s as if we’ve all forgotten that there’s a real person on the other end, reading and being hurt by our vitriol.
The world doesn’t give a damn about you unless you do something. Those are the rules; I didn’t make them. If you are lazy, if you don’t get the work that you love done, the world won’t care if you die tomorrow and go into the grave and are gone and forgotten forever.
Whether men soar to outer space or dive to the bottom of the deepest ocean they will find themselves as they are, unchanged, because they will not have forgotten themselves nor remembered to exercise the charity of forgiveness.
Most reputations are not ruined but forgotten.
Along the way, let’s never forget that once we were children and that we were all playing together without distinction of skin color, society level, or where people come from. Adults need to remember to play and to be more childlike in our behavior. We’ve forgotten what that childlike experience was like.
Many forgotten things live still in children’s tales.
We have forgotten that our sovereign duty is to leave the world in a better condition than when we each entered it
There is a forgotten black middle class in America – a group which is huge but underrepresented in the media and in art. It’s difficult to talk about these things, because it forces one to talk in generalities, but that’s my view. I do think the idea of a blanket class for black people is unfortunately still present.
Dangling punch lines to forgotten stories remain in the language like the smile of the Cheshire cat.
Fried twinkies? Paris nodded. Only once, I’ve never forgotten the experience. It’s like heaven in your mouth, man.
We call ours a utilitarian age, and we do not know the uses of any single thing. We have forgotten that water can cleanse, that fire can purify, and that the Earth is mother to us all.
When many Chinese escaped to North Korea during the Cultural Revolution, we embraced them. People in China have forgotten about this.
In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.
We’ve raised a lot of money from small people that – people that give small donations, people that wanna be a part of it and they’ve been very much left behind. We call them the forgotten man and woman. And we’ve raised millions of – more than any Republican ever thought possible .
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.
Somehow it has been forgotten that the Republican party was founded in 1854 as an abolitionist movement, with one simple creed: that slavery is a violation of the rights of man.
truths are illusions of which one has forgotten that they are illusions, metaphors that have become worn-out and deprived of their sensuous force, coins that have lost their imprint and are now no longer seen as coins but as metal.
Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of a free and undivided republic.
I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself.
I thought if I gave people all of my journey in one go, it could be overwhelming and easily forgotten, and I didn’t want to make an album where the single was so popular that you overlook the whole record. So three parts felt right – it’s a number that can’t be divided into.
You’re bound by the frame. You’ve become so engrossed in the movie of your life that you have forgotten that you’re sitting there watching.
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
How you play, is how you’ll be remembered. Go Hard, follow your heart or be forgotten.
Once I found out the secret of the universe. I have forgotten what it was, but I know that the Creator does not take Creation seriously, for I remember that He sat in Space with all His work in front of Him and laughed.
Many of the libertarian entrepreneurs who only want the government to leave them alone have simply forgotten how important government research, public education, and immigration policy are to Silicon Valley’s long-term success.
It is too often forgotten that the gift of speech, so centrally employed, has been elaborated as much for the purpose of concealing thought by dissimulation and lying as for the purpose of elucidating and communicating thought.
Through the eight books in ‘The Treasure Chest’ series, readers will meet twins Maisie and Felix and learn the secrets and rules of time travel, where they will encounter some of these famous and forgotten people. In Book 1, Clara Barton, then Alexander Hamilton, Pearl Buck, Harry Houdini, and on and on.
We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. Too often we learn the hard way. As soon as the baby boomers pass pensionable age, their lesson will be harsher still.
Maybe forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and anger, and the wrong is forgotten.
Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.
I want to believe humanity has not forgotten how to explore.
It was intended that when Newspeak had been adopted once and for all and Oldspeak forgotten, a heretical thought…should be literally unthinkable, at least so far as thought is dependent on words.
Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn’t like America where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time.
That’s the way girls are isn’t it? They swear eternal friendship, and then as soon as a man’s in the case it’s all forgotten.
When really you’ve gone to drama school and rep and then you’ve come to London and gone to auditions and you’ve worked, solidly, for years. But that all gets forgotten.
It is steadily forgotten that health is a diathesis as much as is scrofula or syphilis and that each of these is a mode of growth.
When you get as old as I am, you kind of believe there’s nothing new under the sun, but there’s always a fresh way of looking at something. That’s why I love working with young people. They remind you of things you used to know and have since forgotten.
Pray over every truth; for though the renewed heart is not “desperately wicked,” it is quite deceitful enough to become so, if God be forgotten a moment.
Be kind, be loving, be generous. Give of yourself, give of your time and you’ll be free. It’s the oldest secret, the one thats most often forgotten – and that is to have fun through giving.
There are some who question the scale of our ambitions, who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short, for they have forgotten what this country has already done, what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
Have we forgotten that there is a Holy Ghost, that we must insist upon walking on crutches when we might fly?
I want to be anonymous . . . my ambition is to be completely forgotten.
Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?
We are everything and we are nothing. We are a forgotten moment. We don’t even exist, which is the freeing part. We just think we do. That’s the illusion.
IвЂ™d forgotten to keep blasting a song in my mind. I remedied my mistake, but the lyrics to вЂњDo You Really Want to Hurt MeвЂќ seemed too close to home at the mo-ment. вЂњCulture Club?вЂќ Now his mouth curled downward. вЂњAnd you accuse me of practicing cruel and unusual punishment.
I have a hot memory, but I know I’ve forgotten many things, too, just squashed things in favor of survival.
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
Women know what men have long forgotten. The ultimate economic and spiritual unit of any civilization is still the family.
I’ve never forgotten a single record I cut or a song I wrote.
someday we will regard our children not as creatures to manipulate or to change but rather as messengers from a world we once deeply knew, but which we have long since forgotten, who can reveal to us more about the true secrets of life, and also our own lives, than our parents were ever able to.
An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
We have forgotten that curing cancer starts with preventing cancer in the first place.
I’m really good at improvising on stage, so if I’d forget a step, I’ll just make up something. And the rest of the dancers would be like… what is she doing!? It always looked like they have forgotten the step, so I got away with it!
In a heartbeat, a thousand voices took up the chant. King Joffrey and King Robb and King Stannis were forgotten, and King Bread ruled alone. “Bread.” they clamored. “Bread, Bread!
When I had forgotten God, yet I then found He had not forgotten me. Even then He did by His Spirit apply the merits of the great atonement to my soul, by telling me that Christ died for me.
She loves you. She’s just forgotten how to show it.
I am not happy with moral victories. Those things are forgotten.
We want our teams to be able to entertain the supporters – they’re such an important part of the industry, sometimes forgotten a bit. At the Amex they’ll be very important for us. So we’ll try and entertain. At the same time I know we’re in the results business. I’m not naive.
Being a writer is an endless study in human transition and lessons learned or forgotten or misapplied.
All men know the use of the useful, but nobody knows the use of the useless. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so that I can have a word with him?
Magic is natural. It is a harmonious movement of energies to create a needed change. If you wish to practice magic,
all thoughts of it being paranormal or supernatural must be forgotten.
all thoughts of it being paranormal or supernatural must be forgotten.
We’re all forgotten sooner or later. But not films. That’s all the memorial we should need or hope for.
I’m not so stupid as to believe that you’ve completely forgotten about your former boyfriend. I know you think there are others here more suited for me and this life, and I wouldn’t want you to rush into trying to be happy with any of this. I just… I just want to know if it’s possible.
I’d forgotten not all victories are about saving the universe.
We have forgotten how to blush
We forgive but not forgotten
One reason golf is such an exasperating game is that a thing we learned is so easily forgotten, and we find ourselves struggling year after year with faults we had discovered and corrected time and again.
Being attentive to inequality and not tone deaf to it. But offering prescriptions that are actually going to help folks in communities that feel forgotten. That’s going to be our most important strategy. And I think we can successfully do that.
Everything I do or say will be forgotten in a few short years. Yet how amazing and wonderful it is that somehow I still care, just simply care about whatever I do, and will probably do so until my dying moment.
People have forgotten how to tell a story. Stories don’t have a middle or an end any more. They usually have a beginning that never stops beginning.
That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they’d never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind’s first fine art, our original act of inspired creation.
Every three weeks before an election the TV ads expressing great concern about our trade policy and the loss of jobs to China and other low-wage countries. And then it’s forgotten about the day after the election.
Yom HaShoah is a vital day in the Jewish calendar, providing us with a focal point for our remembrance. We cannot bring the dead back to life, but we can bring their memory back to life and ensure they are not forgotten. We can undertake in our lives to do what they were so cruelly prevented from doing in theirs.
I mean, you know, actors lives – you’re forgotten. Look at Barrymore, and look at all the great actors. They’re forgotten after awhile.
Our culture has forgotten what the Founders knew: The American experiment is a moral, not just a political, exercise.
We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served.
To be good is to be forgotten. I’m going to be so bad I’ll always be remembered.
Heartbroken and in tears over the shocking death of my friend, the incomparable Ms. Whitney Houston. My heartfelt condolences to Whitney’s family and to all her millions of fans throughout the world. She will never be forgotten as one of the greatest voices to ever grace the earth.
Sometimes I discover I have changed my mind because I have forgotten what I used to think.
In writing one draws in the rest, the forgotten parts.
Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.
It is obvious that the only interesting people are interested people, and to be completely interested is to have forgotten about “I”.
Some lawyers and judges may have forgotten it, but the purpose of the court system is to produce justice, not slavish obedience to the law.
The gentleman cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must.
I’d forgotten how challenging comics can be until I started working on Ropes. Yes, you’re restricted by the boundaries of the page, but we all work within technical limitations of some kind.
Real Madrid was my home for a long time and I’ve not forgotten it. I grew up there, I met a lot of people and I made my debut. There’s part of me that will always be there, I can’t deny it. To play for the first team was a dream.
It’s a lot of people that died for me to have the opportunity that I have now, just the freedom. It shouldn’t be forgotten as far as the past is concerned.
But the dream is never forgotten, only put aside and never out of reach: Where once the dream connected boys with the world of men, now it reconnects men with the spirit of boys.
I would have a flick of fear, as in a dream when you find yourself in the wrong building or have forgotten the time for the exam and understand that this is only the tip of some shadowy cataclysm or lifelong mistake.
Working on ‘Outlander’ has been a delight, it really has. I had kind of forgotten what Scotland was like, and I’d turned into a bit of a Londoner.
Compassion for victims is sometimes forgotten in a misapplied concern for their oppressors and murderers.
After a sound drubbing followed by half a day’s fasting, I felt more like laughing than like crying; and, in half a while, all was forgotten and my wickedness began afresh and worse than ever.
And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember вЂ“ that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.
People say that I must get bothered when someone stops me for an autograph or a photo. I’ll get bothered when no one asks me. Being asked means people haven’t forgotten the time I played.
Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations, that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of a free and undivided Republic.
Most people have forgotten how to live with living creatures, with living systems and that, in turn, is the reason why man, whenever he comes into contact with nature, threatens to kill the natural system in which and from which he live.
A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters – and the battle must go on.
On Earth they’ve forgotten how to make everything except money. But what good is it, if there’s nothing worthwhile left to buy?
Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten.
This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasnвЂ™t just a season or a time but a whole world IвЂ™d forgotten. IвЂ™d never know until I stepped out into it. So I did.
History is littered with leaders and movements, now long vanished and mostly forgotten, who failed to get to the deep truths of how and why their defeat happened.
What seems natural to us is probably just something familiar in a long tradition that has forgotten the unfamiliar source from which it arose. And yet this unfamiliar source once struck man as strange and caused him to think and to wonder.
When we are parted, let me lie In some far corner of thy heart Silent, and from the world apart, Like a forgotten melody
The heroes of Flight 93 won the first battle in the War on Terror, and they should never be forgotten.
Today, if we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other-that man, that woman, that child is my brother or my sister. If everyone could see the image of God in his neighbor, do you think we would still need tanks and generals?
Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.
Sometimes you get a team that has almost forgotten how to win. That’s maybe fallen away from the standards that should be set at this level. Some are big problems, some of them are small problems.
Elephants are highly emotional. Whatever they are feeling, they let it out immediately, and the histrionics are over and forgotten in a moment, lasting no longer than the cloud formations that are constantly coming apart and re-forming overhead. There is no guile in pachyderms.
You’ll understand when you’ve forgotten what you understood before
I still canвЂ™t believe [ Muhammad Ali ] knows my name. It astounds me he knows who I am. I first met Ali in 1976. I was locked up in a juvenile home and he came to visit. IвЂ™ve never forgotten it.
Some of what these pamphlets [of astrological forecasts] say will turn out to be true, but most of it time and experience will expose as empty and worthless. The latter part will be forgotten literally: written on the winds while the former will be carefully entered in people’s memories, as is usual with the crowd.
I cannot tell you any spiritual truth that deep within you don’t know already. All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten.
To be forgotten is to sleep in peace with the undisturbed myriads, no longer subject to the chills and heats, the blasts, the sleet, the dust, which assail in endless succession that shadow of a man which we call his reputation.
In a wristwatch, imagine the battery is in the strap and there’s a medical sensor in there connected to the internet. If someone is monitoring that, they could phone up if the user has forgotten to take some medication. This could save hundreds of dollars in medical fees later. What’s missing? It’s a stable battery.
Though your experience may indicate that God has forgotten you or has left you alone, He is on your side. He is the God of grace, and He is actively working on your behalf.
Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.
The Indians had to be either killed, or herded into reservations, which were essentially concentration camps, and forgotten. Their history had to be absolutely obliterated so that we could believe that we were living on virgin soil.
Being a new mum at whatever age is testing and I think I’ve forgotten what it feels like.
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.
Interest groups are not the same as individuals. Through false nostalgia for the New Deal, you are taking the younger generation hostage. They are the ones who are going to have to pay far greater taxes. They are the future’s forgotten men.
No one is forgotten. It is a lie, any talk of God that does not comfort you.
History will only ever be partial, to a large extent history tells us what we think should be remembered and what should be forgotten, I find that really problematic.
His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her… He’s probably forgotten that I’m here, beside him
I think the source of our sorrow and the source of our joy are intimately entwined. Our sorrow is that we have forgotten who we are, we have forgotten we are one with that source of all life – absolutely indestructible, perfect, joyful. The source of our joy is when we remember that.
If you would not be forgotten, do things worth remembering.
Only speak words that make souls stronger — for once words are spoken, they may be forgiven, but may be not forgotten.
The truth is I suppose that a tour lays in a great stock of thought and spirits for the future; the fatigue and drawbacks of actual travelling are forgotten and a bright residuum remains.
I am sick and tired of publicity. I want no more of it. It puts me in a bad light. I just want to be forgotten.
The lights go down, you hear the applause and you’re up there, and then everything else is forgotten.
Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
Because modern Protestants have not only forgotten what Rome was, what she is, and what she will for ever be; the most irreconcilable and powerful enemy of the Gospel of Christ; but they consider her almost as a branch of the church whose corner stone is Christ.
Stories first heard standing at a mother’s knee, are never wholly forgotten, вЂ” a little spring that never quite dries up in our journey through scorching years.
I am never without my lyric book. If anything inspirational happens, I have it there so nothing’s forgotten.
“God loves all his children” is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago.
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago.
It must never be forgotten…that the liberties of the people are not so safe under the gracious manner of government as by the limitation of power.
Good impro can make you laugh, we love it, but soon the content is forgotten. Good scenes from The Life Game stay with you always. They haunt you.
I’d forgotten how tiny new babies are.
I am lucky to have had an attentive, curious and loving dad and heart-smart, down-to-earth, gifted mother. They changed the outlooks of their own lives and have never forgotten the people and organizations that helped them dream bigger than their circumstances should have allowed.
I used to wear the German shirt with such pride and excitement, but now I don’t. I feel unwanted and think that what I have achieved since my international debut in 2009 has been forgotten.
When you do not recognize the wrongs of the past, the future takes its revenge. -Author forgotten
D’ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.
In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly.
The playoffs are the wedge between the season and the World Series. If you lose, it means you won’t be going to the greatest sports event in this country…You’re forgotten by Thanksgiving.
Day by day and night by night we were together – all else has long been forgotten by me.
Illness isolates; the isolated become invisible; the invisible become forgotten. But the snail….the snail kept my spirit from evaporating.
Sometimes you couldnвЂ™t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
Food is medicine! We have forgotten that!
It seems as though mankind has forgotten the laws of its divine Saviour, Who preached love and forgiveness of injuriesвЂ”and that men attribute the greatest merit to skill in killing one another.
I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
There’s a line you have when you’re racing, and you can ride up to that line. If you push beyond it, you might crash. But first is first, second is forgotten. That’s what we say.
One does not expect to be comfortable in prison. As a matter of fact, one’s mental suffering is so much greater than any common physical distress that the latter is almost forgotten.
The message of our campaign is “Make every mother and child count”. This campaign is not just about health. It is also a powerful call for radical progress in women’s rights and the rights of their children. Too often, the health of mothers and children does not count. In too many parts of the world, they are forgotten.
The Declaration [of Independence] was a committee report, and [Tomas] Jefferson was simply the draftsman. [John] Adams’s crucial role in bringing about independence in the Continental Congress has tended to get forgotten.
I lived in Bandra East, on the 12th floor. There was a small earthquake; I could feel the building shaking. I was halfway down the stairs when I realised I’d forgotten my laptop, and all my scripts were on it. If I lost the laptop, I’d lose all my work. I ran back up to get it!
The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
When each partner loves so completely that he has forgotten to ask himself whether or not he is loved in return; when he only knows that he loves and is moving to its music–then, and then only are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm.
We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa Clause myth and got nothing but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. ‘Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten,’ Dad said, ‘ you’ll still have your stars.
Another problem with worry is that it makes you forget your worth. Worry makes you feel worthless, forgotten, and unimportant.
Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
My family grew up in Florence. There I became what I am now, and those are things that cannot be forgotten.
Perhaps we’ve got so involved in the false selves we project on social media that we’ve forgotten that our real selves, our private selves, are different, are worth saving.
There certainly have been a lot of changes, although they come in such gradations that most people have either forgotten, or, if they’re too young, they never knew about them in the first place.
There’s only one man really responsible for those events – Yahya Khan. Both he and his advisers were so drunk with power and corruption they’d even forgotten the honor of the army.
We have 23 million people unemployed. They’re America’s forgotten people. It’s the damndest thing that this much collateral damage is acceptable to this [Barack Obama] administration.
America, in all its institutions, whether it be the family or government, has forgotten and neglected its children.
On any morning these days whole segments of the population wake up to find themselves famous, while, to keep matters shipshape, whole contingents of celebrities wake up to find themselves forgotten.
If IвЂ™m not showing grace . . . have I forgotten the grace IвЂ™ve been shown?
“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
I feel Irish-Americans are the forgotten minority group. Nobody else is making films about them.
What is forgotten, however, is that many times the Good we create leads to Evil that will destroy us.
The great truth that is too often forgotten is that it is in the nature of people to do good to one another.
If you’re not a Grizz fan, you might not even know what we’re up to until playoffs come around. We get forgotten and sometimes slighted.
The revolt against individualism naturally calls artists severely to account, because the artist is of all men the most individual; those who were not have been long forgotten.
It is because the old have forgotten life that they preach wisdom.
Whenever I am tempted to get stressed out about the spotlight, I remind myself that one day I will be long forgotten, and that I will miss it.
One nice thing about L.A. is that you can work here in privacy, but that also works against you because you can get forgotten here, too. I think in New York, it’s hard to be left alone. It’s hard to have privacy whereas here, you can have it.
Thank God for novelists. Thank God there are people willing to write everything down. Otherwise, so much would be forgotten.
Wars become history all too soon and are forgotten all too soon as well, before the lessons can be learned.
Dreadful is a poignant biography of a forgotten man who drank himself to death. It’s a brilliant evocation of a self-hating gay novelist in the 1940s whom Gore Vidal once considered a rival.
I had been walking in silence for so long,I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like.My knees were tired;my toes were beginning to ache.
Nor must Uncle Sam’s Web-feet be forgotten. At all the watery margins they have been present. Not only on the deep sea, the broadbay, and the rapid river, but also up the narrow muddy bayou, and wherever the ground was a little damp, they have been, and made their tracks.
There are Behan experts in international universities, but we seem to have forgotten him here in Ireland. He was an extraordinarily gifted writer. His poetry alone is outstanding.
The circumstances, including my body and my parents, whom I may curse, are my soul’s own choice and I do not understand this because I have forgotten.
I’ve spent a lot of my life forcing myself to do the right thing, and nowadays, I’ve just forgotten about all that. It’s far more romantic just to let all your vices and fetishes come out and shine.
[I]f one asks what substantive contributions [F. A. Hayek] made to our understanding of how the world works, one is left at something of a loss. Were it not for his politics, he would be virtually forgotten.
All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
Perspective should be learned – and then forgotten. The residue – a sensitivity to perspective – helps perception, varying with each individual and determined by his responsive needs.
Well I do think, when there are more women, that the tone of the conversation changes, and also the goals of the conversation change. But it doesn’t mean that the whole world would be a lot better if it were totally run by women. If you think that, you’ve forgotten high school.
The river moves from land to water to land, in and out of organisms, reminding us what native peoples have never forgotten: that you cannot separate the land from the water, or the people from the land.
At the moment you’re suffering from what we call Maya. Maya is illusion. Maya is a Sanskrit word that suggests that we have forgotten. We’ve forgotten the purpose of life.
Revived in this country the long forgotten beauties of Gothic architecture.
We all have a limited amount and that it’s a privilege to grow old. That’s something that I think a lot of people have forgotten in this very fast-paced world where youth is overly celebrate.
Although some people felt Adolf Hitler was bad, he was a great man and a real conqueror whose name would never be forgotten.
He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommГ©, and the dinner-gong due any moment.
The only craft and technique you have legitimate access to is the craft and technique you forgot, that has dissolved itself into the unconscious… Because you have learned it so well you have forgotten it.
They’re so attached to their patterns that they’ve forgotten rule number one of human behavior: there are no patterns. People just do things. There’s no such things as a coherent and fully integrated human personality, let alone consistent motivation.
In fall, God is remembered; in rise, forgotten.
Living where I live New York I don’t think anyone’s going to make a fuss. But it is more deeply satisfying because it’s of your place and means that you aren’t forgotten; someone’s noticed what you have been doing with your life.
True friends are never forgotten, they live within our hearts and souls…. forever , and always , dancing on our stage of memories.
Hegel remarks somewhere that all great, world-historical facts and personages occur, as it were, twice. He has forgotten to add: the first time as tragedy, the second as farce.
How long have you been away from the country?” Laruja asked Ibarra. “Almost seven years.” “Then you have probably forgotten all about it.” “Quite the contrary. Even if my country does seem to have forgotten me, I have always thought about it.
And if at times you renounce experience and mind’s heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space.
Quality is remembered long after price is forgotten.
Confidence, once lost or betrayed, can never be restored again to the same measure; and we learn too late in life that our acts of deception are irrevocable – they may be forgiven, but they cannot be forgotten by their victims.
Dortmund is like family to me, and I’m proud that they had not forgotten about me and welcomed me back.
For me, the Dennis Wilson story is a quintessential You Must Remember This story because it’s one of these stories that people never talk about, don’t really think about, and it’s forgotten within this major thing that is thought to be this cataclysmic event of the 20th century.
Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
Those who rhapsodize about the ease and joy of childhood have perhaps forgotten what it’s like to be 12 years old.
My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.
We see many posters and standees at cinema halls, and some catch attention. But these posters are soon forgotten. Taking a picture with the actors, enabled by AR, helps record a memory.
The tropical island of Puerto Rico couldn’t be more different than America’s rust belt or the mountains of Appalachia, but here too live Americans who feel forgotten by our leaders and left behind by our economy.
Trayvon exposed a lot of things. I think something positive will come out of it. It’s a blessing in disguise. And he will never be forgotten.
Fear is not a good teacher. The lessons of fear are quickly forgotten.
The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.
Wars are fought to gain a certain objective. War itself is not the objective; victory is not the objective; you fight to remove the obstruction that comes in the way of your objective. If you let victory become the end in itself then you’ve gone astray and forgotten what you were originally fighting about.
Christmas is not just a day, an event to be observed and speedily forgotten. It is a spirit which should permeate every part of our lives.
It is not to be forgotten that what we call rational grounds for our beliefs are often extremely irrational attempts to justify our instincts.
I have lived in the redness of the stones that mark a path through my blood; I am the descendant of a forgotten race, but I carry in my hands the remnants of their fire.
I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.
I’m a worrier by nature. My husband says that if I’m not worried about something, I’m worried about what I’ve forgotten to be worried about.
Willie said normal was boring and that I should be grateful that I had a touch of spice. She said no one cared about boring people, and when they died, they were forgotten, like something that slips behind the dresser.
The year 2008 was a reminder to those who had forgotten that there is such a thing as history and that the cycle of famine and feast in commerce, first identified in antiquity and well understood in the Middle Ages, was not suddenly abolished in modern times.
Shortly after her nomination was announced,[Betsy] DeVos tweeted, almost as if she had forgotten something important to say. And she said, I am not a supporter of the Common Core. Sandy Kress predicts that debate will die down soon enough.
I think of New York City lost in stars
forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full.
forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full.
If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you’d forgotten about, you’d weep, looking at that day.
Now, I meant to talk about something else earlier on, and I’ve forgotten what it was. I’ve remembered what it is again, but I’ve also forgotten. And that’s really what adult life is like most of the time.
God has not forgotten To give us peace. He is just waiting for us To ask for it.
When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.
Among American citizens, there should be no forgotten men and no forgotten races.
Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten, when their noblest and most enduring works decay? Death comes even to monumental structures, and oblivion rests on the most illustrious names.
A red map isn’t easy to follow. Any document made of blood and bones is tricky. Wrong turns are easily made, and there are often piles of stones in the road. A person has to disregard time and sorrow and all the damage done. If you follow, if you dare, the thread always leads to whomever or whatever you’ve forgotten.
That’s the God’s truth – I’ve forgotten that I was famous. I guess it’s laughable.
Our dreams are the forgotten path to Heaven.
We’ve been so concerned about being cool, relevant, and fun that we have forgotten to be bread, light, and life to a hungry, dark, and dying world.
The historical legacies of resistance to racism, militarism, privatization and panoptical surveillance have long been forgotten and made invisible in the current assumption that Americans now live in a democratic, post-racial society.
All these years, I have never forgotten what my parents have given me, and that is why I take special pride in composing music based on ragas and used folk music in films like ‘Apne Paraye.’
Most of our difficulties come from losing contact with our instincts, with the age-old forgotten wisdom stored up in us.
We have forgotten that Vietnam, and Iraq resent being invaded and know the ground better than we do.
As soon as the error has been recognized and corrections made, it’s equally important that the error be forgotten and the successful attempt remembered and dwelt upon.
I had read Plato and Kant, but I had forgotten it.
No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.
The revolution in Russia was victorious with the help of the poor peasants. This should always be borne in mind here in Western Europe and all the world over. But the workers in Western Europe stand alone: this should never be forgotten in Russia.
You can talk about Holocaust denial, but it’s really marginal for the most part. What is compelling about the Armenian genocide, is how it has been forgotten.
The forgotten world is made up primarily of the developing nations, where most of the people, comprising more than fifty percent of the total world population, live in poverty, with hunger as a constant companion and fear of famine a continual menace.
Be phenomenal or be forgotten!
The more mental effort he made the clearer he saw that it was undoubtedly so: that he had really forgotten and overlooked one little circumstance in life – that Death would come and end everything, so that it was useless to begin anything, and that there was no help for it, Yes it was terrible but true
Where is that man who has forgotten words that I may have a word with him?
I think we’re all in Cime’s army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn’t forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.
The obedient in art are always the forgotten . . . The country is glorious but its beauties are unknown, and but waiting for a real live artist to splash them onto canvas . . . Chop your own path. Get off the car track.
You know вЂ” we’ve had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. “‘My God, my God вЂ” ‘ I said to myself, ‘It’s the Children’s Crusade.
Everything that I had done creatively related to two or three incidents that happened to me when I was a child that I’d forgotten. Everything, absolutely everything.
So many people choose silence after the immediate wake of a death out of fear of saying something out of turn or “bringing up bad memories” that bereaved people often feel forgotten.
I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn’t something I’m very good at.
The 8th Habit, then, is not about adding one more habit to the 7 – one that somehow got forgotten. It’s about seeing and harnessing the power of a third dimension to the 7 Habits that meets the central challenge of the new Knowledge Worker Age. The 8th Habit is to Find Your Voice and Inspire Others to Find Theirs.
When one of my characters becomes aware of a magical element, it might be because the world is wider than we assume it to be, but it might also be a reminder to pay attention to what is here already, hidden only because it’s been forgotten.
She taught me what’s important, and what isn’t. And I’ve never forgotten. And that’s what mothers do, I say.
I’d forgotten how arrogant people are in the theater, I’m agreeing to starve for a year and he seems to think I should be pleased to have the part.
It’s a very tempting thing to try and relive your glory days when you get a little older and you worry that people have forgotten all about you.
The pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well.” He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. “I’d forgotten that you see. Coming back to life … It hurts.
Humanity, morality, decency, might be forgotten, but codfish must still be had for the use of the faithful in Lent and on fast days.
Oh, my. I’d forgotten how much I hate space travel.
There was an unbelievable amount of animosity in that war [for America Independence] which people have forgotten, which was still around 50 years later.
False stories used to affect me initially. But now, I’ve come to understand that if false stories are created, they are also forgotten in the long run.
I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs.
Malander had an idea and was trying to work it out, but it would take him time. Sometimes people never saw things clearly until it was too late and they no longer had the strength to start again. Or else they forgot their idea along the way and didn’t even realise that they forgotten.
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.
I thought my father had forgotten about me. But I realised that he missed me as much as I missed him.
Indeed, the Lord has not forgotten! He has blessed us and others throughout the world with the Book of Mormon.
Few have abilities so much needed by the rest of the world as to be caressed on their own terms; and he that will not condescend to recommend himself by external embellishments must submit to the fate of just sentiment meanly expressed, and be ridiculed and forgotten before he is understood.
I always feel trepidation at the beginning of every project. I worry about so many things. Time to get it right, the skill to do it justice, the will to finish. I also worry about more mundane things, like what if my computer crashes and I’ve forgotten to back up the manuscript?
It’s time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a seat of unremarkable men and women anonymous faces on the street, a hundred thousand unalphabitized things a million forgotten hours.
Americans have the mistaken viewpoint that Lady Liberty is only a peacetime luxury who is ill-equipped to fight the nasties. Therefore, they reason, we need an equally nasty Big Brother. Americans have forgotten that Lady Liberty is one ferocious mother when protecting her children.
When we don’t hear anything from God we just don’t know exactly what He is planning and we come to different conclusions that maybe He has forgotten me, maybe He doesn’t hear my prayers, maybe I’m not good enough.
There was very little drama and performance at my school, so I’ve never forgotten the people who did encourage me and I’ve thought whether it would be a good idea to even get in touch with them and just say thanks, because they really opened a door for me mentally and emotionally – that’s really important.
I remember that as I was writing a poem on ‘Snow’ when I was eight, I said aloud, ‘I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now when I am little, because when I grow up, I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like.’
I’ll remember you. When I’ve forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.
TV is great, and I love it, but to watch somebody’s hand-crafted drawings on the big screen is an experience that we’ve forgotten as an audience, how much fun 2D can be.
What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. “Fear?” he thought for a moment. ‘Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?” That’s big. “Yes. But there’s something else.” What else? He leaned forward. “Being forgotten,” he whispered.
Much of Satan’s time is spent trying to make you remember what God has already forgotten. Reconcile, rejoice, and look forward.
We don’t need lists of rights and wrongs, tables of do’s and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.
Assimilation is the way you excuse yourself. It absolutely never worked at all. You may not think you are noticeable. But they know who you are. They know you’re a degenerate, and they’ve never forgotten that.
Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.
Our heart knows what our mind has forgotten – it knows the sacred that is within all that exists, and through a depth of feeling we can once again experience this connection, this belonging.
Psycho-babble is that language spoken by sailors who have become so interested in navigating their way around their boat that they have forgotten to read the stars and sea. They may be able to get from the galley to the head but will be lost in their journey from point to port.
I want to remind people that black music is amazing. And there are all forms of it that we’ve forgotten, you know? Rock music is black music! Don’t forget that’s what it is.
I loved growing up in a little town. I loved knowing people. I loved going to the store and running into people. I loved going into the store and having forgotten my bag, saying, ‘Charge it, put it on my bill.’ I loved going to the gas station and saying, ‘Pete, fill it up.’ I loved that continuity of life.
I’m privileged to have had some success, but I’ve never forgotten what it was like to queue for a half-crown gallery seat for ‘Oliver!’ which is why I ensure that there are ВЈ20 day tickets for ‘Miss Saigon’ and that the balconies in my theatres are as comfortable as I can possibly make them.
In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference.
I want to be part of every note, every single moment going on in the studio. I want nothing forgotten; I want nothing missed.
Women have become so obsessed with not withering, they’ve forgotten that there are infinite ways to be beautiful.
I never think ‘I’ve made it’ because, in football, you can be forgotten within two weeks and I don’t ever want to be forgotten.
You must think that something is happening upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.
I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, and a juvenile at the art of living.
He looked again. Longer this time. She may have вЂforgottenвЂ™ to put a bra on that morning. Another oops. вЂњAre you kidding me with that?вЂќ he asked.
There is a forgotten, nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is England.
Amen,’ I exclaim, accidentally spitting out a Raisinet. I pick up the chocolate with a Kleenex and stuff it in my purse. Ten bucks says a month from now I’ll have forgotten about it and will finally have said heart attack when I assume a rat shat in there.
At death our friends and relatives either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart farther from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death.
Jesus made everything so simple and we have made it so complicated.В He spoke to the people in short sentences and everyday words,В illustrating His messages with never-to-be forgotten stories.
I thought you had forgotten me.вЂќ вЂњI have spent my life remembering you.
It is easy to think of potatoes, and fortunately for men who have not much money it is easy to think of them with a certain safety. Potatoes are one of the last things to disappear, in times of war, which is probably why they should not be forgotten in times of peace.
Maui is a beautiful island. It’s really the site of an ancient civilization that we’ve forgotten about, a civilization that existed millions of years ago. When their time came, they left this world and another race was born, the race of human beings.
I really love that song. I love when people cover songs that are familiar but have been kind of forgotten about. So when you play it, it takes people back to a certain place. That’s what I wanted for ‘Torn.’
Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
I’d forgotten I’d done the anime called Spirited Away, the English version of a Japanese film.
Theater people are always pining and agonizing because they’re afraid that they’ll be forgotten. And in America they’re quite right. They will be.
I have never forgotten a picture that I ever made.
One has not understood until one has forgotten it.
I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten, if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes, I’ve ever seen.
You see I’ve forgotten, if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes, I’ve ever seen.
I think if you stand still, you get forgotten, and I’m not here to get forgotten.
As a kid I was enamored with fiction, most of it utterly forgettable and long forgotten.
Terrorists and their allies believe the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and the American Bill of Rights and every charter of liberty ever written are lies to be burned and destroyed and forgotten.
We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.
Everybody has forgotten about showmanship. People don’t look like rock stars any more. They just look like regular dudes off the street.
The world has been abnormal for so long that we’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes.
As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it’ll all be forgotten.
Write something and leave it aside so you’ve practically forgotten it as much as possible, a month or so, then come back and read it as if you’re reading it for the first time.
The torment that so many young women know, bound hand and foot by love and motherhood, without having forgotten their former dreams.
All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem
As a child, acting just seemed like a natural extension of my love of play – and if you’ve forgotten how to play, you shouldn’t be an actor.
A lot of people have forgotten the severity of this disease, of HIV. So I think it’s important that we just talk about things like this: how we can prevent it, how we can make sure that people are safe, how they can move forward, too, if they do have HIV.
Published in 1947, ‘The Plague’ has often been read as an allegory, a book that is really about the occupation of France, say, or the human condition. But it’s also a very good book about plagues, and about how people react to them – a whole category of human behavior that we have forgotten.
Without a good cultural policy, without adequate help, we will always have individualists, shooting stars who are rapidly forgotten or who stop painting for a more profitable occupation.
The spirit of God speaking to the spirit of man has power to impart truth with greater effect and understanding than the truth can be imparted by personal contact even with heavenly beings. Through the Holy Ghost, the truth is woven into the very fibre and sinews of the body so that it cannot be forgotten.
Maybe when I’m dead, I’ll be forgiven, but I’m afraid I’ll also be forgotten.
Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.
God is love, the human being is all love, only the human has forgotten it long ago.
A good government is one with a duty to help everyone, to maximise his or her potential: Indigenous people, people with disabilities, and our forgotten families.We will not leave anyone behind.
The crisis of the 1930s and the populist reactions of that time must not be forgotten.
All that the comedian has to show for his years of work and aggravation is the echo of forgotten laughter.
Walking this road without you to remake forgotten promises
Every honor is appropriate for the courageous Americans who made the supreme sacrifice for our Nation at Pearl Harbor and in the many battles that followed in World War II. Their sacrifice was for a cause, not for conquest; for a world that would be safe for future generations. Their devotion must never be forgotten.
I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana’s red, blood-red in warm December.
When the great Tao is forgotten, goodness and piety appear. When the body’s intelligence declines, cleverness and knowledge step forth. When there is no peace in the family, filial piety begins. When the country falls into chaos, patriotism is born.
I don’t know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.
There is no love, there is only the lie we tell ourselves that things are more important than they actually are, that our lives will have meaning beyond all the other lives that have come before us and been forgotten, that there is hope in any of this.
If you want a peaceful place to dwell Cold Mountain is guaranteed forever A light wind blows softly in the pines The sound is good when you are close One old man sits beneath the trees Reading Lao Tzu and Huang Ti, mumbling I could not find the world if I searched ten years I’ve forgotten the road by which I came
I had forgotten how thrilling a snow day is until my son started school, and as much as he loves it, he swoons at the idea of a free day arriving unexpectedly, laid out like a gift.
Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.
There are ways in which you can make sure that even if people come to the theatre because they know an actor or actress, by the end, theyve forgotten that, and they leave going, Wow – what an amazing play.
To forgive is merely to remember only the loving thoughts you gave in the past, and those that were given you. All the rest must be forgotten.
When do you think people die? When they’re shot through the heart with a pistol? …No. When they have an uncurable disease? …No. When they drink soup made from a poisonous mushroom? No! When they are forgotten! Even if I die, my dream will come true. The hearts of the people will be cured..!
I haven’t forgotten where I came from.
Whenever you become anxious or stressed, outer purpose has taken over, and you lost sight of your inner purpose. You have forgotten that your state of consciousness is primary, all else secondary.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.
We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.
I could still be forgotten when I’m dead. I don’t really care what happens when I’m dead.
As soon as I jumped out of the airplane, I realized I had forgotten my parachute. Thank God we were still on the runway.
We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.
The people of Somalia just do not have a voice. They are to me the most forgotten people in the world.
I think it is very important that films make people look at what they’ve forgotten.
But the past is passed; why moralize upon it? Forget it. See, yon bright son has forgotten it all, and the blue sea, and the blue sky; these have turned over new leaves. Because they have no memory . . . because they are not human.
Today the heart of God is an open wound of love. He aches over our distance and preoccupation. He mourns that we do not draw near to Him. He grieves that we have forgotten Him. He weeps over our obsession with muchness and manyness. He longs for our presence.
I think our elderly are forgotten sometimes.
Whatever may be the experience in everyday life, the basci inner Truth should not be forgotten.
In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.
Every success story is a tale of constant adaption, revision and change. A company that stands still will soon be forgotten. Trying to provoke positive change is a principle we’ve embedded across the Virgin family for more than four decades.
I’m slowly becoming a repository for decomposing sorrows, regrets, ignored injustice, and forgotten promises. I can still feel its stench. But when I get accustomed to it, I will call it experience.
Apparently a great many people have forgotten that the framers of our Constitution went to such great effort to create an independent judicial branch that would not be subject to retaliation by either the executive branch or the legislative branch because of some decision made by those judges.
I loved reading Roald Dahl when I was young but I had forgotten a lot about the books. I read the ‘BFG’ on the iPad the other day and it was so interesting to see his descriptions of clothes and places.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
Those who deplore our militants, who exhort patience in the name of a false peace, are in fact supporting segregation and exploitation. They would have social peace at the expense of social and racial justice. They are more concerned with easing racial tension than enforcing racial democracy.
In our quest to tweet, like, and trend, we have forgotten that brands can be built through advertising. Ads can generate big ideas that can never be trumped by tactics. That is the magic of an ad, and that is what is missing from many ads today.
Here again we witness the single outcome of a worldwide process, with East and West yielding the same results, and once again for the same reason: Men have forgotten God.
Lance Armstrong deserves to be forgotten in cycling
I had almost forgotten to tell you that I have already been to the Parliament House; and yet this is of most importance. For, had I seen nothing else in England but this, I should have thought my journey thither amply rewarded.
A novelist’s lack of awareness of and critical distance to his own body of work is due to a phenomenon that I have noticed in myself and many others: as soon as it is written, every new book erases the last one, leaving me with the impression that I have forgotten it.
We live in fear when we’ve forgotten how to act from a place of love. Remember that, and set intention to act from a place of no comparison, jealousy, or fear. Police yourself on this!
The principle of real leadership ignored, the immortal objects of society forgotten, practical conservatism degenerated into mere laudation of private enterprise, economic policy almost wholly surrendered to special interests.
There’s a richness in older music that’s been forgotten.
We’ve gotten caught up in thinking we are what we look like, the physical, the exterior. We think we’re the lamp shade. We’ve forgotten that we are the light-the electricity and the luminosity that lights up every man, woman, and child. The light is who we truly are.
Series of syllables which have been learned by heart, forgotten, and learned anew must be similar as to their inner conditions at the times when they can be recited.
When I’m out on the stage, it gives me this rush and anything that’s on my mind and everything I’m going through is forgotten about.
A Time For Prayer “In times of war and not before, God and the soldier we adore. But in times of peace and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.” -Rudyard Kipling
MerlinвЂ™s beard, Harry, you made me jump,вЂќ said Slughorn, stopping dead in his tracks and looking wary. вЂњHow did you get out of the castle?вЂќ вЂњI think Filch mustвЂ™ve forgotten to lock the doors,вЂќ said Harry cheerfully, and was delighted to see Slughorn scowl.
Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.
It is a simple but sometimes forgotten truth that the greatest enemy to present joy and high hopes is the cultivation of retrospective bitterness.
The decline of the Sunday meal is a major concern because it means that family values are being forgotten. Once that creeps into mealtimes, it will begin creeping into other areas.
If… many influential people have failed to understand, or have just forgotten, what we were up against in the Cold War and how we overcame it, they are not going to be capable of securing, let alone enlarging, the gains that liberty has made.
Rock became an incredible commercial success, people just became bored with serious music, and it was forgotten.
We can know what love is. ItВґs adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
The men and women of America who have been forgotten will never be forgotten again.
… Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected and guilty.
Preach the gospel, die and be forgotten.
Many deeds are done so as to forget another deed: there are also opiate activities. I exist so that another will be forgotten.
Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.
Most of all, however, critics of black conservatives say we’ve forgotten where we came from. I may forget a federal budget number or, God forbid, to set the alarm clock for my weekly 6 a.m. flight to Washington, but I know exactly where I came from.
Every widow I have met has recognized in the wheel a dear forgotten friend.
Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.
Happy Memorial Day! Thank you to all our service men and women past and present. You are not forgotten!
You have forgotten the One who doesn’t care about ownership, who doesn’t try to turn a profit from every human exchange.
The Platonists and their Christian successors held the peculiar notion that the Earth was tainted and somehow nasty, while the heavens were perfect and divine. The fundamental idea that the Earth is a planet, that we are citizens of the Universe, was rejected and forgotten.
How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name! Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the character and anecdotes that gave interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside and forgotten.
The longer I live the more convinced I become that God governs in the affairs of men. And have we now forgotten that powerful friend? Or do we imagine we no longer need His assistance.
Considered now as a possession, one may define culture as the residuum of a large body of useless knowledge that has been well and truly forgotten.
Many causes produce war. There are ancient hatreds, turbulent frontiers, the “legacy of old forgotten, far-off things, and battles long ago.” There are new-born fanaticisms. Convictions on the part of certain peoples that they have become the unique depositories of ultimate truth and right.
The people currently in charge have forgotten the first principle of an open society, namely that we may be wrong and that there has to be free discussion. That it’s possible to be opposed to the policies without being unpatriotic.
That’s the nub of the thing, you see seriousness of spirit. It doesn’t mean heaviness of heart, or a lack of fantasy, but it does mean an awareness of influences that touch our lives, sometimes in ways that seem cruel and unfeeling, and sometimes in ways that open up a glory which can never be forgotten.
The goddess has never been lost. It is just that some of us have forgotten how to find her.
Goddesses never die. They slip in and out of the world’s cities, in and out of our dreams, century after century, answering to different names, dressed differently, perhaps even disguised, perhaps idle and unemployed, their official altars abandoned, their temples feared or simply forgotten.
One of the common traits of outstanding performers-coaches, athletes, managers, sales representatives, executives, and others who face a daily up/down, win/lose accounting system-is that a rejection, that is, defeat, is quickly forgotten, replaced eagerly by pursuit of a new order, client, or opponent.
I’ve made a point of trying not to play the same part, and of moving between theatre and film and TV. The idea is that by the time you come back, you have been away for a year and people have forgotten you. If you like having time off, which I do, that’s a good career strategy.
I had forgotten that Jess felt about long words the way that racists feel about black people: She hated them, and wanted to send them back from where they came from.
I can think of no better way of redeeming this tragic world today than love and laughter. Too many of the young have forgotten how to laugh, and too many of the elders have forgotten how to love. Would not our lives be lightened if only we could all learn to laugh more easily at ourselves and to love one another?
I want to set an example that will never be forgotten.
It’s a shame, but every time I get something scientific in the script, I read up to find out what I’m talking about – but then I’m on to the next script and it’s forgotten.
It’s important to have a good sense of style that sets you apart, so you’re not just forgotten after somebody meets you.
People do horrible things when they’re young. There might be betrayal and there might be things that should be forgotten.
Too many artists and writers have forgotten their roots. I embrace my fans because, in a way, they’re family.
She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.
All art at some time and in some manner becomes mass entertainment, and if it does not it dies and is forgotten.
There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as though a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice agin, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.
I don’t want to be remembered. As long as my kids remember me, I’d rather be forgotten by everybody else.
‘Tryin’ to Get the Feeling’ has been a revelation. I’d forgotten how powerful that was. I’d forgotten how deep I can crawl into that one, and maybe because I’m older it means even more.
[Albert] Hoxie, my Western Civilization professor. I had him in my freshman year and he opened up an extraordinary world to me that I’ve never forgotten. He used his extensive knowledge of art history to illustrate the development of Western culture and politics.
The past shouldn’t be forgotten. It should be used as a guide for future situations and not used as a reason to avoid making difficult decisions. There was always a choice.
In our entrancement with the motorcar, we have forgotten how much more efficient and how much more flexible the footwalker is.
Be good to others, but don’t expect a lot of gratitude in this world. Remember that good deeds are seldom remembered and bad deeds are seldom forgotten.
Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.
Your fragile mind can’t have forgotten the terrifying technothriller series known ‘Scorpion’. Because it features the worst hacking scenes ever broadcast in any medium.
Aristotle Onassis rescued me at a moment when my life was engulfed with shadows. He brought me into a world where one could find both happiness and love. We lived through many beautiful experiences together which cannot be forgotten, and for which I will be eternally grateful.
Now each one of us, black or white, is a symbol. The war is out in the open and the skin color is a uniform. All the deep and basic similarities of the human condition are forgotten so that we can exaggerate the few differences that exist.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is like the greatest, most fantastic library you could ever imagine. Its a labyrinth of books with tunnels, bridges, arches, secret sections – and its hidden inside an old palace in the old city of Barcelona.
As a child I understood how to give; I have forgotten this grace since I became civilized.
We are in a world where globalization, which is an ideology, has forgotten and put aside the people, the people’s interests, aspirations, and dreams.
Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you’ll still have your stars.
I’ve already had to wait so long.” “How long?” Luce asked. “Not so long that I’ve forgotten that you’re worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.
Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
The forgotten man… He works, he votes, generally he prays, but his chief business in life is to pay.
I had forgotten that, and so many things. How could I put everything down on paper? It seemed impossible. No matter what, the majority of life would be left out of this story, this sliver of a version of the life I’d known. But I tried anyway.
When it comes to certain portions of our history, we’ve just forgotten it all.
What the end of the carnage of World War II meant to those who remember it, can never be forgotten, but to all those who don’t, its meaning can never be fully understood!
I could have loved you once And said it But then you went away And when you came back Love was a forgotten word, Remember?
Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile’s famous flood.
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
I have not forgotten about my dreams to become a singer. If given the chance, I want to take part in a drama OST making and also try out for musicals.
Deeply disturbing in a way that only the most honest stories are, YACCUB is a fiercely written, daring journey through America’s urban wilderness and into the souls of our forgotten brothers. But Wrath James White hasn’t forgotten about them–and after reading this book, neither will you.
You can never correct your work well until you have forgotten it.
Only two things happen to writers when they die: Either their work survives, or it becomes forgotten.
When I am grappling with ideas which are radical enough to upset grown-ups, then I am likely to put these ideas into a story which will be marketed for children, because children understand what their parents have rejected and forgotten.
If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it’s as though I’ve neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up.
A tour to India is different from other tours. The expectations to win are very high from our own people, and defeats and poor performances are not forgotten easily.
The forgotten men and women of America will be forgotten no longer.
In the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.
The one philosophy or religion I find I am most close to is the Buddhist one. I think it is the one that respects others and the one that doesn’t say that this is the only way. I think happiness is the moment when – if you’ve forgotten those little things – they suddenly come back into focus for you.
In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
The battle in American politics used to be for the middle. Now, it’s all about the building and the intensity of support on the far left and far right wings of both parties. And we have forgotten about the people here in the middle.
Whatever you did in the past is quickly forgotten.
Things are forgotten so fast today. Even if 1,000 people are slaughtered, the next day you forget. There has to be new news every day.
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.
France and the whole of Europe have a great culture and an amazing history. Most important thing, though, is that people there know how to live! In America they’ve forgotten all about it. I’m afraid that the American culture is a disaster.
I am a quick study – I can memorize a script in an hour – but I can’t remember a name three seconds. I’ve even forgotten my wife’s name on occasion.
No matter what I’ve published – and you can look it up, I’ve published quite a lot in science, quite a few books too – none of it’s very important. All will be forgotten and in a few years time will be a few comments in eight-point type in footnotes at the bottom of the page somewhere.
When I look through my sketchbooks, they bring back moments that I would otherwise have completely forgotten.
It’s better to be talked about than to be forgotten. (In other words, if you are the subject of gossip or speculation, enjoy it! Don’t let someone else’s negative energy control you!).
The world that you see is like a motion picture. We are engrossed in a film and we have forgotten that we’re sitting in a movie theatre.
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.
And then, the negro being doomed, and damned, and forgotten, to everlasting bondage, is the white man quite certain that the tyrant demon will not turn upon him too?
In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.
We’ve been in the game for so long, it’s great to be honored for our contributions to the game of hip-hop and be told that we’re not forgotten about, that our music is timeless.
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight
How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.
We have forgotten what rocks and plants still know – we have forgotten how to be – to be still – to be ourselves – to be where life is here and now
We have come too far, – struggled too long, – sacrificed too much and have too much left to do, – to allow that which we have achieved for the good of all to be swept away without a fight. And we have not forgotten how to fight.
Where do these images comes from and where do they return? What is it that projects these images? How is it that we are the screen? How is it that we have forgotten that we are the Self and that nothing but the Self exists?
As a kid, I knew all of the dinosaurs. It’s one of those tragedies that I’ve forgotten what dinosaurs are cool.
France, and the whole of Europe have a great culture and an amazing history. Most important thing though is that people there know how to live! In America they’ve forgotten all about it. I’m afraid that the American culture is a disaster.
I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.
Candle needs darkness to show his talents. Good shines only beside the bad; it will disappear when the bad disappears. Where there is no darkness, candle is forgotten.
I am humble enough to recognize that I have made mistakes, but politically astute enough to know that I have forgotten what they are.
It must not be forgotten in fairness to the National Government that apartheid is not just a policy of oppression but an attempt – in my opinion an attempt doomed to failure – to find an alternative to a policy of racial integration which is fair to both white and black.
Memories must enter the bloodstream, must churn awhile through the heart’s mill, must be crushed and polished, be nearly forgotten or cling like burs to other stories before they spill forth in purple patterns, shapes of small bones and worm rot, shapes of clouds and the spaces between leaves.
… I could have said something profound, but you would have forgotten it in 15 minutes – which is the afterlife of a graduation speech.
To be forgotten is not something horrible; not to be remembered ever again is something horrible!
Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
Time extracts various values from a painter’s work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten, and the more a picture has to give, the greater it is.
My life’s work has been to prompt others and be forgotten. Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.
We can’t let the past be forgotten.
So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten, even by ourselves, so it’s gratifying to have something you have done linger in people’s memories.
We have forgotten that democracy must live as it thinks and think as it lives.
What, then is truth?… Truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are.
Edward Eager wrote a series of children’s books that are in danger of being forgotten. But they’re divine: stories about ordinary kids who stumble on magical things – a coin, a lake, a book, a thyme garden, a well. The magic changes them, they try to change the magic, the magic moves on.
A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness.
As a scientist, I am not sure anymore that life can be reduced to a class struggle, to dialectical materialism, or any set of formulas. Life is spontaneous and it is unpredictable, it is magical. I think that we have struggled so hard with the tangible that we have forgotten the intangible.
Oh my gosh, I’d give so much advice to a younger version of myself. I would say it really does get better as you get older. The things that mean so much, the things that seem like, you know, it’s going to cause the end of the world, are all things that I’ve already forgotten.
It is impossible to remain indifferent to Japanese culture. It is a different civilisation where all you have learnt must be forgotten. It is a great intellectual challenge and a gorgeous sensual experience.
Maybe the tragedy of the human race was that we had forgotten that we are each divine.
I plainly felt that, had God given me such a retirement with the companion I desired, I should have forgotten the work for which I was born and have set up my rest in this world.
God forgives us and remembers our sin no more; therefore, stop remembering what God has forgotten.
Make them laugh, make them cry, and hack to laughter. What do people go to the theatre for? An emotional exercise. I am a servant of the people. I have never forgotten that.
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.
If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.
Don’t ask me about my career – I’ve forgotten most of it.
Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love.
She looked around herself, disoriented, like sheвЂ™d forgotten we were at lunch. Like sheвЂ™d forgotten we were even at school-surprised that we were not alone in some private place. I understood that feeling exactly. It was hard to remember the rest of the world when I was with her.
What necessity impels a writer who has produced fifty books to write still one more? Why this proliferation, this fear of being forgotten, this debased coquetry?
Forgotten were the elementary rules of logic, that extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence and that what can be asserted without evidence can also be dismissed without evidence.
Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.
While Labour Party orators readily remember the 1980s for Conservative Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher’s free-booting variety of entrepreneurial meritocracy, what gets forgotten is that Thatcher also gave the heave-ho to the old establishment’s notion of merit – good breeding, a posh school, and so on.
I love when people cover songs that are familiar but have been kind of forgotten about.
I try not to think about legacy because it is all Вfolly. If you study history, even recent history, you’ll find many people who were quite significant in their time but are completely forgotten.
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you.
I realised that you could easily turn any room into a cinema with a projector, so I went on and on at my parents for one. They eventually got me a projector for Christmas when I was ten, and I realised I’d made a ridiculous mistake – I’d forgotten to say ‘movie’ projector; I got a still one.
They left no books , Memorial to their lonely thought In grey parishes: rather they wrote On men’s hearts and in the minds Of young children sublime words Too soon forgotten. God in his time Or out of time will correct this.
The things we remember best are those better forgotten.
We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.
I’ve decided that the worst part of loneliness isn’t being alone. It’s being forgotten.
For, though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at first a stroke of genius, and obtained currency, because for the moment it symbolized the world to the first speaker and to the hearer. The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.
And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when youвЂ™re old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were; the hope of what we can become.
How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his youth, has forgotten the way back?
What does a river like the Vistula carry away with it? Everything that goes to pieces: wood, glass, pencils, pacts … chairs, bones, and sunsets too. What had long been forgotten rose to memory, floating on its back or stomach, with the help of the Vistula.
It took me some years to clear my head of what Paris wanted me to admire about it, and to notice what I preferred instead. Not power-ridden monuments, but individual buildings which tell a quieter story: the artist’s studio, or the Belle Epoque house built by a forgotten financier for a just-remembered courtesan.
It is tragic that so few young people in Western democracies vote. They have forgotten that their ancestors fought for the right to choose and change their leaders. They don’t realise that their votes are more important than their tweets or Facebook posts.
I feel my heart ache, but I’ve forgotten what that feeling means.
I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.
Write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of the thousands you come in contact with year by year, and you will never be forgotten.
If you are afraid of death, be afraid. The point is to get with it, to let it take over – fear, ghosts, pains, transience, dissolution, and all. And then comes the hitherto unbelievable surprise; you don’t die because you were never born. You had just forgotten who you are.
It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.
Evil people you never forget them. And that’s the aim of any actress-never to be forgotten.
Our God and Souldiers we alike adore,Evn at the Brink of danger; not before:After deliverance, both alike required;Our Gods forgotten, and our Souldiers slighted.