Forget 'redeeming social value,' dirty pictures are fun. When I die I want my ashes sprinkled over a nudist camp.
With time, people forget to say, "Darling I love you. " just that word.
To think, "I am a sinner, oh Father, save me," is a defective approach! You should say, "I am your son, I am your daughter, oh Father, take me on your lap, I am your child. " This will be the approach. You should forget what you do not want.
Be happy, honey. No one deserves it more. But don't forget. . . I'm keeping one little piece of your heart for myself. And if you ever want it back. . . you know where to find it.
IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.
It's part of the calling to at least do a few songs in the show that give people some hope. There's so much hurt in this world and. . . music is such a great healing balm and a great way to forget your troubles.
To forgive heals the wound, to forget heals the scar.
Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?
It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.
What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.
That’s not a father. That’s a sperm donor. Forget him. He’s a mess. Concentrate on me. I’m terrific. (Linc Blaise)
Only by not forgetting the past can we be the master of the future.
War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.
You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering glass. How wanting something was like dying of thirst. How your skin was too fine to keep out any of the million things flooding by; every color boiled bright enough to scald you, any second of any day could send you soaring or rip you to bloody shreds.
I got to thinking—when it was too late—you have to reach out to people. To your family, too. You can't just let them sit there, you should put your hand out. If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough. If you don't care enough, you forget about them, if you can.
If you can't be friends with a lover, then forget it. It's not going to work.
The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all
I thank God that I live in a country where dreams can come true, where failure sometimes is the first step to success and where success is only another form of failure if we forget what our priorities should be.
Never get so fascinated by the extraordinary that you forget the ordinary.
It is the great arrogance of the present to forget the intelligence of the past