We must not forget that the wheel is reinvented so often because it is a very good idea; I've learned to worry more about the soundness of ideas that were invented only once.
Life must go on; I forget just why.
The brave forget. It is those who fought less bravely, or those who fought without justice and live in fear of their victory, who forget the least.
Love forgets wrongs so that there is hope for the future.
Sometimes when we get overwhelmed we forget how big God is.
I'm really nervous, because it's actually happening. You forget after a while when you start talking about something that it's actually going to happen.
I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.
My twitter fans are all pretty weird. A lot of them are kind of weirdly sexually aggressive. Some of them made me laugh and then I instantly tried to forget them, because I'd hate to find myself in a bar kind of drunk and accidentally use one.
I find it refreshing to unplug from it for a while. You kind of forget how deeply you get embedded in it.
Just as the law of gravitation existed before its discovery and would exist if all humanity forgets it, so it is with the laws that govern the spiritual world. The moral, ethical and spiritual relations between soul and soul and between individual spirits and the Father of all spirits were there before their discovery and would remain even if we forget them.
long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in: but Providence in kindness to us causes us to forget it. It is much the same with lying-in women. Heaven permits this forgetfulness that the world may be peopled, and that folks may take journeys to Provence.
You want it, you buy it, you forget it.
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life and start to try
Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.
Sometimes, I think one should only live in the present. The past is only a heavy burden to carry with you. And yet. . . it's so hard to let them go. . . to forget. . . to move ahead.
Once upon a Lammas Night When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, I held awhile to Annie. . . The time went by with careless heed Between the late and early, With small persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley. . . Corn rigs and barley rigs, Corn rigs are bonny! I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie!
Don't forget to stop and smell the roses.
I run down to meet Floriana who is breathless from her hike. She stops in the road, the last light at her back. Prickles of rain cling to her unkerchiefed, loosened hair, capturing in her the flickering russet frame of it. Topaz almonds are her eyes, lit tonight from some new, old place, from some exquisitely secret oubliette, which she must often forget she possesses. We talk for a minute and Barlozzo passes us by like a boy too shy to speak to two girls at once.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
You hear about the Duke Ellingtons, the Jimmie Luncefords, and the Fletcher Hendersons, but people sometimes forget that jazz was not only built in the minds of the great ones, but on the backs of the ordinary ones.
