#forgo

After getting dressed at warp speed, I actually managed to drive all the way to high school before I realized I'd forgotten my morning coffee. Mystery, intrigue, and naked dreams aside, that didn't bode well for my chances at making it through the morning without killing myself. Or someone else. ↗

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#coffee #dressed #forgotten #killing #naked

There's something about these obscure vignettes of former lives that's very powerful. Our woods are full of old cellar holes, tumbled-down chimneys, ancient scraggly lilacs absurdly tall still stretching toward the light. ↗

— Leslie Land

#forgotten #history #land #woods #food

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#forgotten #heart-ache #heartache

They seem to have forgotten that, and are back saying the only purpose of P2P networks is for illegal trading of owned goods. We claim part of the reason for P2P is for legal trading of what ought to be in public domain. And what is in public domain in many cases. ↗

— John Perry Barlow

#cases #claim #domain #forgotten #goods

Actually oddly enough, I think my work, the activism, will be forgotten. And I hope it will. Because I hope those problems will have gone away. ↗

— Bono

#actually #away #because #enough #forgotten

Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times. ↗

— Bob Uecker

#bullpen #forgotten #games #go #hasn

When all of us are forgotten, people will still be remembering Stephen King. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#king #people #remembering #stephen #stephen king

In fact, some reviewers have said that as they got into the story they forgot that the protagonist is a black woman. They were moved by the story - by the people as a whole - and not by the little things. ↗

— Christopher Darden

#by the people #fact #forgot #got #in fact

I would rather have bad things written about me than be forgotten. ↗

— Pamela Harriman

#bad #forgotten #i #me #rather

Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating. ↗

— Gilbert Highet

#big #branches #bud #changing #drop