#forget

We cannot forget that our flag received its first foreign salute from a Dutch officer, nor that the Province of Friesland gave to our independence its first formal recognition. ↗

— Seth Low

#dutch #first #flag #foreign #forget

Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain. ↗

— Malcolm Lowry

#black #forgetting #i #inevitable #long

Sometimes you can forget about who you are in a relationship. But you can also be inspired by the person you are with to become something you always knew you wanted to become. ↗

— Mia Maestro

#also #always #become #forget #inspired

I tell my brethren in Palestine: be patient and continue your blessed struggle. We did not forget you. We are still healing another wound in the Muslim nation, which is the occupation of our land by the Americans. Your battle and ours are one and the same. ↗

— Mohammed Omar

#battle #be patient #blessed #brethren #continue

Tell me, I forget, show me, I remember, involve me, I understand. ↗

— Carl Orff

#i #i remember #involve #me #remember

I think so many young girls get caught up in the challenge of being with somebody who's dangerous, who's bad, who's enticing, who's all of those things, and you forget what it's like to enjoy simple love. ↗

— Nikki Reed

#being #caught #challenge #dangerous #enjoy

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#happiness #life

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. ↗

— Fred Savage

#been #classics #directors #everything #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

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