#forge

Being fit will keep you mentally sharp and people forget that. ↗

— Peter Shilton

#fit #forget #keep #mentally #people

Indictments of any kind are serious. That being said, let's not forget that an indictment is not a conviction. We still have due process in this country. ↗

— Rob Simmons

#being #conviction #country #due #forget

Good advice is one of those injuries which a good man ought, if possible, to forgive, but at all events to forget at once. ↗

— Horace Smith

#advice #events #forget #forgive #good

Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee; Sing - though I shall never hear thee. ↗

— Charles Wolfe

#brow #fling #forget #go #hear

I forget very fast and want to record thus simply impress. ↗

— Christa Wolf

#forget #i #impress #record #simply

There's so much more to life than that, though I think that acting is fascinating because you can forget your own sorrow as you act and become somebody else. ↗

— Beatrice Wood

#acting #because #become #else #fascinating

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey, Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day. Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return, But those old days once gone, will never come back again, Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn, In the back of our mind and make us remember, How we used to be so crazy, In those old days… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #destiny #expectations #fate #forget

I loved her like elephants like remembering stuff. Those bastards just won’t let me forget and move on.
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— Jarod Kintz

#forget #forgetting #funny #humor #love

Write what you know. Write what you can't forget. Write to give yourself courage and others hope. ↗

— Nikki Rosen

#courage #forget #hope #remember #write

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering