Now that I’m taking some time off from school, I’ve been reading a lot to make sure I don’t forget everything. It’s mostly classics and nonfiction accounts from actors, directors and writers from the ’40s and ’50s.
We forget the little things, so it’s no wonder some of us screw up the big things.
People forget themselves in my music. It’s amazing.
It is wise for us to forget our troubles, there are always new ones to replace them.
We just want kids to come to our concert and forget about everything.
Music should be made to make people forget their problems, if only for a short while.
I’ll never forget a meeting with one publisher where they said, ‘We don’t publish books for teenage boys; teenage boys don’t read.’
Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.
The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life – I can’t forget the pain.
The great thing about cake is it doesn’t feel like work. You forget about work. Kids, adults, they all get the same look in their eye when they’re decorating cakes… That’s the magic right there.
There are some movies that I would like to forget, for the rest of my life. But even those movies teach me things.
We tend to admire the people in our society who have accumulated such wealth as to seem somehow great. But we shouldn’t forget that it was the everyday working class man who made this country great.
If you concentrate on action and forget the results, you actually perform much better, because then you are not worried what will happen.
I suppose that few people ever forget the first sight of a palm-tree of any species. I vividly remember seeing one for the first time at Malaga, but the coco-palm groves of the Pacific have a strangeness and witchery of their own.
