What matters in the end in literature, what is always there, is the truly good. And- though played out forms can throw up miraculous sports like The Importance of Being Earnest or Decline and Fall- what is good is always what is new, in both form and content. What is good forgets whatever models it might have had, and is unexpected; we have to catch it on the wing.
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
When you're right, nobody remembers. When you're wrong, nobody forgets.
One never forgets faces one wholeheartedly detests.
April, like a child, Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, Wipes them away and forgets.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
One forgets the fear of heights when one cannot fall
The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.
Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.
The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.
Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.
One forgets so quickly one's own youth.
Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.
The great cosmic illusion is a hierophany. . . . One is devoured by Time, not because one lives in Time, but because one believes in its reality, and therefore forgets or despises eternity.
Love and hate always remember; it is only indifference that forgets.
A man without justice is a beast, and a man who would make himself a beast forgets the pain of being a man.
What is Jordan that I should wash in it? What is the preaching that I should attend on it, while I hear nothing but what I knew before? What are these beggarly elements of water, bread, and wine? Are not these the reasonings of a soul that forgets who appoints the means of grace?
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.
The creeping wilderness will soon take over that church that trusts in its own strength and forgets to watch and pray.