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Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

How can you forgive if you can’t remember to forget?

How could you forget someone you loved even if I did rip his heart to shreds?

How easy it is to forget grudges when someone has something you need.

How easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.

How do you forget that someone else is another person? No matter who they are. I don't think that's an excuse.

How many of you are creative? I don't know, but for me, when you make a bunch of things over time and then you keep them... you forget. I look through my sketchbooks and I'm an audience for myself.

How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget." "How often do you receive new arrivals?" "About as often as you beat your wife.

How often we forget to dedicate ourselves to that which truly matters! We forget that we are children of God.

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.

Humankind has no option but to protect and live in harmony with its natural environment. However, it would be regrettable if in putting an end to revolutionary extremism, we should then come to environmental extremism. We should not forget that all extremes are the same.

I also wanted my basketball players to know that I really cared about them. Forget basketball; as a person, I cared, I cared about their family.

I always feel that I have two duties to perform with a parting guest: one, to see that he doesn't forget anything that is his; the other, to see that he doesn't take anything that is mine.

I always feel like everything I shoot is a student project and nobody else knows about it. I forget, in the moment, that other people will see it.

I always find it extremely hard to remember the act of beginning. I almost deliberately forget it.

I always do the wrong. I do the wrong thing so much that the times I actually do the right thing stand out so brightly in my memory that I forget I always do the wrong thing.

I always forgive, but I never forget.

However, there is one great temptation and that is that you can forget that the aim of the writer was to reject all other worlds and to construct one of his own and that the aim of the translator is to re-embody himself into the world of the various writers.

I am always cautious about naming the known, as we often forget to hold in regard those whose names will never be known to anyone outside of their close circle.

I am always sort of delightedly surprised when someone recognizes me because as far as I'm concerned, I'm just going to work and getting paid to act, and that alone is fantastic; I forget people watch it, too.

I am from the working class. I am now what I was then. No amount of balsamic vinegar and Prada handbags could make me forget what it was like to be poor.

I am loathe to get married again. I've been married enough; I just prefer to forget it.

I am suggesting that we can and do regain eternity when we are so immersed in life, in moral action, or in aesthetic contemplation, that we completely forget about time and anxiety.

I am struck that so many of our leaders in the U.S. forget how strong our country can be.

I am the man of the century. No one will ever forget me.

I am very much aware that if I am getting good press at the moment I could just as easily be getting bad press. I cannot have the good and forget the bad. You have to accept it both ways.

I begin with the renaming of the system. It used to be capitalism. But that evokes [Karl] Marx and [John] Rockefeller. So now we speak of the market system. That is a nice bland expression, which forgets those off-color references.

I always worried I'd forget my lines or say the wrong words or the audience would laugh in the wrong places.

I began to forget myself in the middle of sentences.

I begin, then, with some remarks about 'the meaning of a word.' I think many persons now see all or part of what I shall say: but not all do, and there is a tendency to forget, or to get it slightly wrong. In so far as I am merely flogging the converted, I apologize to them.

I believe if you are doing something like competing, like motor racing, you either do well or forget it.

I believe that you're here on Earth for a short time, and while you're here, you shouldn't forget it.

I believe the most dangerous misconception is the idea our money and possessions belong to us, not God. Many of our problems begin when we forget that God is the Boss of the universe. But in fact He is more than the boss; He is the owner.

I can become so interested in what I have that I forget the needs of my soul.

I can certainly be my own worst critic and oftentimes forget to enjoy the here and now.

I can get whatever I want to eat and when you, you know, you forget to eat you sometimes pick up fast food.

I can not forget Melina Mercouri in black dress at 'Never on Sunday'.

I can't explain why I don't read comments. Maybe because I worked at Time for so long and they don't have them, so I keep forgetting that they're there.

I can turn around and scream and get angry, but I turn around and I forget about it.

I couldn't get Him out of my head. Still can't. I spent three solid days thinking about Him. The more He bothered me, the less I coul forget Him. And the more I learned about Him, the less I wanted to leave Him.

Iblis (satan) himself recognizes the Lordship of Allah, but wants the human being to forget it

I definitely knew how to fly. That's something you don't forget. One spaceship is pretty much like another when it comes to flying.

I am hopeful that no one will forget what happened in Bosnia.

I didn't completely forget how to be nice or feminine because I have a career.

I didn't forget your breakfast. I didn't bring your breakfast. Because you didn't eat your din-din.

I don't do alcohol. Or other people's boyfriends. And don't you forget it.

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

I'd forgotten - perhaps preferred to forget - that I'd caved in to the interference of some copy-editor... somebody anonymous whose commitment to finding something wrong would not disgrace an Eastern European clerk.

I don't have any other message than don't forget you are alive