Teasle: They found Rambo’s body. As a matter of fact, it stole an army truck. Blew up a gas station the other side of town.
Trautman: The kid is resiliant. Now why don’t you forget what you’re thinking and clear out while you can?

Forget all the worries before and start a new day with complete trust in God. Stay blessed!

Forget your past, forgive yourself, and begin again right now.

She was scared about leaving everything, and I got that, but I also knew you couldn’t start living in the new place until you said

Let’s forget the baggage of the past and make a new beginning.

Good Morning, friend! Let bygones be bygones and start your day afresh!

Then there you are, then. The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he’s really in love, and not before.

Are you really… Are you really okay with forgetting? You won’t… Regret it?

You’ve forgotten the magic word.

I never forget a face, but in your case, I’ll be glad to make an exception.

God, it’s over. Takumi, you gotta stop stealing other people’s problems and get some of your own.

That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

No brooding over old worries, let’s start a new series. Forget about all the negativities, think of new possibilities. Here to conquering a new frontier, that’s all I wish in the upcoming new year.

Success is something you get the moment you forget on worrying about what others try to do.

Forget about your worries because everything will turn out fine.

Whatever is worrying you right now, forget about it. Take a deep breath, stay positive and know that things will get better.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

We were in rich territory. I had forgotten that some people lived quite well while most others ate their own shit for breakfast.

Trapped

don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.
she’s long ago
forgotten me.
she’s trying on a new
hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.

she is a
child
and a mannequin
and death.
I can’t hate
that.
she didn’t do
anything
unusual.
I only wanted her
to.

With you, I can forget all my problems. With you, time stands still. With you, there’s no one else.

I love you neither with my heart, nor with my mind. My heart might stop, my mind can forget. I love you with my soul because my soul never stops or forgets.

Why do you care about my welfare? If you feel responsible somehow because you just happened to be there back then, then forget about it. Your sweet mama and your loving papa…go back to your nice, quiet life.

I want to forget my name while I’m busy moaning yours.

Forget everything that surrounds you. Think that there’s just you and me in this wide world.

Thank you for finding me. Even I had abandoned the me from that day by forgetting. But you kept her in your memory. Thank you.

Screw this, I thought, and for the first time, I imagined just going back home, ditching the Great Perhaps for the old comforts of school friends.

Hating the cool kids takes an awful lot of energy, and I’d given up on it a long time ago.

Right. I’d forgotten about her. That keeps happening.

Start over. Start new. Forget what just happened. It’s like having the ability to hit a ‘refresh’ button.

It’s time to forget the past and start anew. Let this month be your chance to get a fresh start on life.

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

We were in Jon’s car. “I have the first part I need. The pain-killer. You see I had to go to a doctor for an ingrown toenail. He operated. Then he gave me a pain-killer afterwards. It worked great…”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Anyhow, I had to go back to get the toe checked. I said to the doctor, ‘That pain-killer was great, it lasted ten hours. Tell me about it.’ He told me about it. Then I asked him, ‘Can I see it?’ And he took me to this medicine cabinet and pointed it out. ‘Very interesting,’ I said. We talked a bit more, then I left. But I had a bag with me, a small travelling bag. I left it by the medicine cabinet. Then I left the office, came back. ‘Oh,’ I told the receptionist, ‘I left my bag.’ I went to get the bag and there was nobody around. I opened the cabinet and took the pain-killer.”
“You can’t do this,” I told Jon.
“I must,” he answered.

My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough I won’t feel the feelings I be feeling when I’m sobered up.

Fuck money, diamonds & bitches, don’t need ’em.

Fuck genres, I like music.

We may forget him, but God will never forget us. We’re forever on his mind and in his plans.

Forget everything you’ve done. Start over.

But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up,
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up.

Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies.

Please…even if you’ve forgotten all about me…if you meet her, please remember. The next time she gets lost, I want you to find her. Please…even just once would be fine…(aloud) You…(internally) You have to keep your promise, or…(aloud) I’ll never forgive you…(internally) Please…please…I’m begging you…please do what I can’t any longer…protect her!

Are you talking about what I said back then!? Forget that…that was just me taking my own guilt out on you. But…I do know that she was suffering. Haru-nii…Rin…Rin was…pushed off a second story balcony by Akito. Those major injuries weren’t from an accident. Akito found out you were seeing Rin, and he…he…[…] Akito…Kisa…that time when Akito hit you…it was my fault. I made Akito angry, and he took it out on you. He…hurt you. I’ve wanted to apologize all this time. I’m so sorry. Haru-nii, you too. I’m sorry. In both cases, I was told to keep my mouth shut, so I didn’t say a word. So if you’re angry with me, I understand…Rin is trying to break the curse…! She’s trying so hard, all to set you free from Akito…and from herself. That’s why she broke up with you. You need to tell her, “It’s okay now.” If she keeps it up, Rin’s mind and body will give out. She’ll end up suffering alone forever…

When trying to destroy you, they Destroy themselves in the process. Fuck em’ — work harder!

…If Tohru-chan were to die, I… I wonder if I’d be able to smile again one year later. Or if I’d wish that I could forget ever having met her. …Tohru-chan… has tried really hard…

As they played the game…I waited for someone to call “onigiri”. But no one called. I was very little then. I had almost forgotten about that. But they knew…there would never be room for an onigiri…in a fruits basket.

Trautman: John, I want you to try and forget the war. Remember the mission. The old Vietnam’s dead.
Rambo: Sir, I’m alive. It’s still alive, ain’t it?

I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.

Hit the reset button. Whatever happened yesterday, forget about it. Get a new perspective. Today is a new day. Fresh start, begins now.

Because I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person. I know now that she forgives me for being dumb and scared and doing the dumb and scared thing. I know she forgives me, just as her mother forgives her.

God isn’t finished with us yet. When we forget this fact, we get stuck.

Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email
so I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail.

F**k ranking! I’m the best, I’m the champion’s chariot!

Good morning, forget about yesterday and don’t be worried about today because the Lord will take of it for you. Be rest assured!

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a normal sleeping pattern.

Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs that drift from a neighbor’s window, but nothing gets through. I am suspended in a sensory deprivation tank, and the very lack of sensation is delicious.

During last night’s insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…

Insomnia is a glamorous term for thoughts you forgot to have in the day.

The scary thing about having insomnia is not the hours lost for sleeping but the re-run of thoughts you’ve been trying to forget.

Only the insomniac looks on with open eyes, like a cadaver who forgot to die.

Del: I know you don’t I? I’m usually very good with names but I’ll be damned if I haven’t forgotten yours.
Neal: You stole my cab.
Del: I never stole anything in my life.
Neal: I hailed a cab on Park Avenue this afternoon and before I could get in it. You stole it.
Del: You’re the guy who tried to get my cab. I knew I knew you! You scared the bejesus out of me. Come to think of it it was easy to get a cab during rush hour.
Neal: Forget it.
Del: I can’t forget it. I am sorry. I had no idea it was your cab. Let me make it up to you. How about a nice hot dog and a beer.
Neal: No thanks.
Del: Just a hot dog then.
Neal: I’m kinda picky about what I eat.
Del: Some coffee?
Neal: No.
Del: Milk?
Neal: No.
Del: Soda?
Neal: No.
Del: Tea?
Neal: No
Del: LifeSavers?
Neal: No.
Del: Slurpee?
Neal: Sir – please.
Del: Just let me know. I’m here. I knew I knew ya!

Honey, forget all else and do not ever settle for something that you do not deserve love.

Yeah, Stevie, I’m pretty sure the guy I’m looking for didn’t direct the f**king Blair Witch Project. Just forget you ever heard the name Eduardo Sanchez. Forget that he supposedly lives in a village near here. Forget that he is not Mexican, but a gringo.