I don’t set myself targets. Last season I scored hat-trick against Wolfsburg and three days later, that was forgotten, you’re about to be judged again. When you’ve done well, you don’t want another game, you just want to feel great. When you’ve done badly, you can’t wait for another chance to come.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
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.
Rosa Parks inspired many. She will not be forgotten.
People think they know you. They know the things about you that you have forgotten.
People only watch my shows for me, and those shows have remained evergreen long after the guests are forgotten.
Matisse was very clear about saying that you have to blow your own trumpet and explain yourself, which I think has been slightly forgotten.
The nation which forgets its defenders will be itself forgotten.
In this age of getting what you want and getting it now, the simple pleasure of browsing is often forgotten.
Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not.
There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.
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.
I haven’t forgotten where I came from.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
My commitment to the forgotten families of Australia is to ease your cost of living pressure.
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.’
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory.
The climate emergency is and remains the existential crisis of our times and we cannot forget about it because it has not forgotten about us.
For every step forward in electronic communications, we’ve taken two steps back in humanity. People know how to use a computer and answering machines but have forgotten how to connect with one another. Our society is unraveling. We’re too self-obsessed.
Our public officials have forgotten that they are ultimately accountable to the people who put them in office, that the information they keep in secrecy belongs to all of us.
My films are about ideals that clash with the world. Every time it’s a man in the lead, they have forgotten about the ideals. And every time it’s a woman in the lead, they take the ideals all the way.
While waiting for a Moses to lead us into the promised land, we have forgotten how to walk.
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.
I grew up on lovely Staten Island, which is the forgotten borough of New York City.
Long after Mae West is forgotten, her words will live on.
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.
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.
I want my name to be remembered for 1,000 years. That way, I will never be forgotten when I’m done inside the ring.
I mean, sitcoms shouldn’t be doing ‘Saturday Night Live.’ You can’t just do bit after bit after bit. You have to string it together with tight writing and performances. Hollywood seems to have forgotten how to do this.
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.
American business has just forgotten the importance of selling.
I once looked over the shoulder of a friend on Facebook and it looked like hieroglyphs to me. There’s merit online, of course, but social media gets super freaky. Imagine if three generations from now, people online have forgotten what date or day of the week it is.
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.
Balkh is now little more than a sleepy Afghan town of overgrown ruins forgotten by the world. On market day, down lanes that wind through apple orchards and cherry orchards, merchants slowly make their way to the central bazaar, their wares teetering on donkey carts.
Women know what men have long forgotten. The ultimate economic and spiritual unit of any civilization is still the family.
We have forgotten that we have not come to an empty land to inherit it, but we have come to conquer a country from people inhabiting it, that governs it by the virtue of its language and savage culture.
Honestly, when I left the business, in time, some people might remember you and some might say they knew the name. But, people move on and there are new interests and all kinds of different things go on all the time. So, it surprised me how people have not forgotten.
I’ve been with my husband and friends for so long, I’ve forgotten what is unappealing to new people.
What happened after Katrina is that people were stirred to action; there were an enormous number of contributions by people trying to make a difference. But then we forget. We’ve forgotten Katrina victims, we’ve forgotten the face of poverty.
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.
Music is fragile: people die, and it’s forgotten.
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.
It is no secret that Louis van Gaal and I did not get along. But for me personally, the matter is closed and forgotten.
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.
‘A Face in the Crowd’ is Elia Kazan’s forgotten movie.
I would like to be forgotten. What’s so good about being remembered?
Later in the fifties I got involved in kinetic studies using my long forgotten math background.
When many Chinese escaped to North Korea during the Cultural Revolution, we embraced them. People in China have forgotten about this.
Over time, I’ve paid attention, taken notes and forgotten easily half of everything I’ve gone through.
Your first love is your first love. It cannot be analysed, explained, nor forgotten.
The Obamas, especially Michelle, have radiated the sense that Americans do not appreciate what they sacrifice by living in a gilded cage. They’ve forgotten Rule No. 1 of politics: No one sheds tears for anyone lucky enough to live at the White House.
I’ll never, ever be full. I’ll always be hungry. Obviously, I’m not talking about food. Growing up, I had nothing for such a long time. Someone told me a long time ago, and I’ve never forgotten it, ‘Once you’ve ever been hungry, really, really hungry, then you’ll never, ever be full.’
People paid money for tickets to see us and be entertained by us, and we’ve never forgotten that. Anything after that was a bonus.
Those who rhapsodize about the ease and joy of childhood have perhaps forgotten what it’s like to be 12 years old.
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.
Right now I’m having amnesia and deja vu at the same time… I think I’ve forgotten this before.
There’s a reason Archie didn’t go the way of Betty Boop or Davy Crockett or Woody Woodpecker, forgotten relics of a bygone era, and it’s because when ‘Archie’ stories are at their best, anyone of any age can see a little bit of themselves in them.
There are dozens of references to God in the Scriptures for every one to the figure of Satan. This reflects a sometimes forgotten theological truth that the devil is by no means God’s counterpart. He is a creature, not the Creator.
We can move water easily with plastic pipes. We can move shade around with nursery cloth like a tinker toy for animals and plants. Yet we have developed this necessity to grow food with chemical fertiliser because we have forgotten the magic of manure.
