Forget Quotes
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The words 'I will forgive you, but I'll never forget what you've done' never explain the real nature of forgiveness.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops
The beauty and the majesty of earth,
Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget
The steep and toilsome way.
William Cullen Bryant
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When kids look at broccoli, they call it 'little trees,' because they see it not just for the word 'broccoli.' They see it for what it looks like, the image. We, as adults, forget to think like that. We forget to think figuratively and have to be reminded.
Natasha Trethewey
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And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you
Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to guide them along
So maybe I'll see you there
We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares, and go
Downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown, don't wait a minute more
Downtown, everything's waiting for you
Petula Clark
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It's necessary to track characters all the way through an opera. If you're dealing with more than one or two characters, it's very easy to forget that the others have lives of their own that feed into the story.
Carlisle Floyd
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I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.
Rudyard Kipling
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I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.
Emily St. John Mandel
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There are some people who physically are not beautiful. But the way they are, the way they treat people, they become beautiful, and you forget all about [their looks].
Dolly Parton
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Fashion is very tough, and we shouldn't forget that before designers were money-makers, they were artists.
Carine Roitfeld
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To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.
Mahatma Gandhi
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One must always practice slowly. If you learn something slowly, you forget it slowly.
Itzhak Perlman
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History, the winnowing wind, never halts. We see the chaff rise, forget the waiting grain, seed of the future, fallen to the threshing floor. We never learn, but live on, slit-narrow, as if our living were a pencil line traced upon paper, behaving as trapped denizens of a flat world hemmed in by the bigoted horizon of our own making. Yet the meaning of living is a pushing back, a pulling down of the great walls and domes of fear and ignorance, is relinquishing the nest for the sky, ignorance for understanding. The look back is also a look forward.
Han Suyin
