#forge

Again I entered my smithy to work and forge something from the noble material of time past. ↗

— Jean Froissart

#entered #forge #i #material #noble

Forget the names because names lie but remember me because when you look at me I remember myself. Remember me because I will never forget you. ↗

— Jordan Weisman

#love #remembering #love

Those who do not succeed do not believe in their ability to exercise the potential power to forge beyond perceptions of limitations. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#exercise #forge #limitations #limits #perceptions

Sometimes to forget the person who hurt us,we need to entrusted to God for easily acceptance , for easily giving a forgiveness and ease our pain. ↗

— Casperfriend

#forget #god #hurt-feeling #pain #religious

If you had told me when I was 18 that I wouldn't have made it until I was 29, I would have said, Forget it. ↗

— Helen Reddy

#had #i #made #me #said

Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared. ↗

— Eric Gamalinda

#sad #love

Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#forget #little #truth #change

Don't recide in the past. Instead, refer to it, else you will remain in the remand of high demand but with low command ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#demand #food-for-thought #forget-the-past #future #go-high

Yes, suddenly I saw it clearly: most people deceive themselves with a pair of faiths: they believe in eternal memory (of people, things, deeds, nations) and in redressibility (of deeds, mistakes, sins, wrongs). Both are false faiths. In reality the opposite is true: everything will be forgotten and nothing will be redressed. The task of obtaining redress (by vengeance or by forgiveness) will be taken over by forgetting. No one will redress the wrongs that have been done, but all wrongs will be forgotten. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#forgiving #faith

Forgetting! It is a form of suicide, a renunciation of the only good the we truly and ineluctably possess: the past. For if joys alone were forgotten, perhaps oblivion would be justly desired. But we are proud and jealous of our sorrows, we love them, we want to remember them. It is they that comprise the crown of life. ↗

— Igino Ugo Tarchetti

#fosca #memory #sorrow #trans-lawrence-venuti #life