#forge

The one thing people seem to forget is the more oil we have, the lower the price and the lower the profits the oil companies make. ↗

— David Pratt

#forget #lower #make #more #oil

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#better #far #forget #remember #sad

When a customer enters my store, forget me. He is king. ↗

— John Wanamaker

#enters #forget #king #me #store

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you. ↗

— William Arthur Ward

#criticize #encourage #flatter #forced #forget

If you write chick lit, and if you're a New Yorker, and if your book becomes the topic of pop-culture fascination, the paper might make dismissive and ignorant mention of your book. If you write romance, forget about it. You'll be lucky if they spell your name right on the bestseller list. ↗

— Jennifer Weiner

#becomes #bestseller #book #chick #fascination

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it's true. It's a new world every heart beat. ↗

— Joyce Cary

#forgetting #forgiveness #genius #gulley-jimson #heart-beats

Sometimes I forget that I am even watching myself, realizing that's me. It's like you almost become a fan yourself: You are just this normal person watching this show, and then you realize that it's your show. It's weird sometimes. ↗

— Evan Rachel Wood

#am #become #even #fan #forget

In the '80s, I was putting out an album virtually every year, I think mostly based on fear - that if I didn't, people would soon forget about me. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#album #based #every #fear #forget

Yet I never sought what is real, yearned for the real, but rather I have yearned for dreams more than solid things. I can say I love the textures of dreams. The way they hover and almost taste. The clouds and darkness that linger behind, mostly unseen. And the palette of dreams. You can almost taste the colours, they seem as words on the tip of the tongue, unsayable as pomegranate seeds, unsayable as thick cream, the darkness of such a thick cream. This is why I am obsessed with dreams. They know what we cannot. Night after night they try and tell us the impossible. Dreams are secret and closed, and also contain everything, gushing, splayed open. Dream suitcases, carpetbags, hold-alls. They influence us secretly and they draw me to travel to nowhere, to beauty’s passage, through halls of mirrors where I know I am not myself, I know I am sublime. ↗

— Shawna Lemay

#hive-a-forgery #beauty

Space, like time, engenders forgetfulness; but it does so by setting us bodily free from our surroundings and giving us back our primitive, unattached state ... Time, we say, is Lethe; but change of air is a similar draught, and, if it works less thoroughly, does so more quickly. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#body #constraints #forgetfulness #freedom #lethe