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“I hope my forgiveness reminds you,
Of the part you forgot to break in me.”
― Jenim Dibie

“We at Apple had forgotten who we were. One way to remember who you are is to remember who your heroes are.”
― Steve Jobs

“The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.”
― Stacey T. Hunt

“Love, the exotic bird,
came and went.
Heart forgot love.
Joy, the majestic willow,
wept and died.
Mind forgot joy.
Hope, the basement lamp,
fell and broke.
Soul forgot hope.
Self, the anxious caterpillar,
took flight and dropped.
Self forgot self.
You, my all,
became all my reasons.
Reasons left.
You left.
I never forgot.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Saying that you do not remember something or someone is a less embarrassing or hurtful way of saying that you do not know it or them anymore.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“t was once famously said that it is as well that wars are so ruinously expensive, else we would never stop fighting them. However well said, it seems also to be endlessly forgotten that, while there may be just wars and unjust wars, there are never any cheap wars.”
― Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

“If one day she'll forgot the things about me, then I wish we haven't had this chance to know each other.”
― Bradley B. Dalina

“Your relationship or marriage is dead or dying, if you almost always have to remind your partner to miss you (and/or they almost always have to remind you to miss them).”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I looked at him and the other two people whose names I’d just learned. “So . . . so this is home then?â€�
Akinli looked at me, perplexed, then turned to Ben and Julie.
“She said some girls left her here and told her it was home. That’s all she knows. She doesn’t even know you.� Julie wiped at her tears, trying to calm herself.
He moved his eyes back to me as quickly as he could manage. “Kahlen? You remember me, right?�
I stared into this face, searching for something familiar. I didn’t recognize the angle of his chin, the length of his fingers. I didn’t know the slope of his shoulder or the shape of his lips.
“Akinli, right?� I asked. This poor boy. I pitied him in the depths of my heart. Clearly, he’d already been going through something, and I could see the last scrap of fight he had in him dying with those words.
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“I don’t remember ever seeing you before in my life. I’m sorry.�
He pressed his lips together as if he was swallowing the urge to cry.
“But,â€� I said, “I know your voice. I know it as if it were my own.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren