Quotes for All
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him! Emily Dickinson
My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don’t know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him. Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. Emily Dickinson
Intoxicating joy is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, did the world once seem to me. Friedrich Nietzsche
make it a practice to avoid hating anyone. If someone’s been guilty of despicable actions, especially toward me, I try to forget him. I used to follow a practice – somewhat contrived, I admit – to write the man’s name on a piece of scrap paper, drop it into the lowest drawer of my desk, … Read more
My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after. His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter. He is jubilant as a flag unfurled – Oh, a girl, she’d not forget him. My own dear love, he is all my … Read more
An artist is above all a human being, profoundly human to the core. If the artist can’t feel everything that humanity feels, if the artist isn’t capable of loving until he forgets himself and sacrifices himself if necessary, if he won’t put down his magic brush and head the fight against the oppressor, then he … Read more
Joy’s a subtle elf, I think man’s happiest when he forgets himself. Cyril Tourneur
When a child of the streets stands before you in rags, with a tear-stained face, you cannot easily forget him. And yet, you are perplexed what to do. The human soul is difficult to interfere with. You hesitate how far you should go. Charles Loring Brace
Many a man who has known himself at ten forgets himself utterly between ten and thirty. Catherine Drinker Bowen