But she forgot nothing, and he sometimes forgot much too quickly, and, often that same day, encouraged by her composure, would laugh and frolic over the champagne, if friends stopped by. What venom must have been in her eyes at those moments yet he n...
Kate McCallister: How could we do this? We forgot him. Peter McCallister: We didn't forget him, we just miscounted. Kate McCallister: What kind of a mother am I? Frank McCallister: If it makes you feel any better, I forgot my reading glasses.
Like Achilles, the hero who forgot his heel, or like Icarus who, flying close to the sun, forgot that his wings were made of wax, we should be wary when triumphant ideas seem unassailable, for then there is all the more reason to predict their downfa...
Gollum: They cursed us. Murderer they called us. They cursed us, and drove us away. And we wept, Precious, we wept to be so alone. And we only wish to catch fish so juicy sweet. And we forgot the taste of bread... the sound of trees... the softness o...
I almost forgot what it's like to be proud of my government.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Do you remember what I forgot?
For that short space of time, she forgot she was sad and a little afraid. She let herself forget that after tonight, she might never see him again and that if she did, whatever it was between them would no longer exist. When he deepened the kiss and ...
I accidentally forgot to graduate from college.
The word 'Spanx' was funny. It made people laugh. No one ever forgot it.
We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.
Toulouse-Lautrec: Oh no, I forgot my line.
Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.
I forgot what I was going to think.
They tried to bury us but they forgot we were seeds.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Man is a messenger who forgot the message.
I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.
Alas! Charles made the promise glibly, and forgot all about it.
We believe that information is an enlightening agent, but I can assure you it is not. We consume information, but we can’t read. We forgot how to sit down and engage the dense layers of a text. We are so busy devouring information that we forgot ho...
And then she fell into his arms. It was what he’d dreamed of on sleepless nights, holding her, feeling the press of her breasts to his chest, the flare of her hips in his hands. He forgot all about where they were, why they were alone together. He ...
