| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Smith | We bury love, Forgetfulness grows over it like grass; That is a thing to weep for, not the dead. |
| Bible | If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. |
| Cervantes Saavedra | But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back. |
| Cervantes Saavedra | Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him. |
| Edmund Spenser | One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away; Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey. |
| Elias Canetti | All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams. |
| Francis Quarles | Our God and soldier we alike adore, When at the brink of ruin, not before; After deliverance both alike requited, Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted. |
| Friedrich Klopstock | God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows. |
| Herman Knickerbocker Viele | And have you been to Borderland? Its country lies on either hand Beyond the river I-forget. One crosses by a single stone So narrow one must pass alone, And all about its waters fret-- The laughing river I-forget. |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | A man must get a thing before he can forget it. |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past-and man forgot. |
| Rev Charles Wolfe | Go, forget me--why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me--and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile--though I shall not be near thee; Sing--though I shall never hear thee. |
| Robert H Newell | Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot. - Robert H. Newell , |
| Rudyard Kipling | God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! |
| Rudyard Kipling | The tumult and the shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart; Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, A humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet Lest we forget,--lest we forget. |
| Thomas Fuller | The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. |
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