She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.
After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic...only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?
I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.
What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?
For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.
you never forget your first fall.
What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
Life can change in an instant; don't be so worried about the future that you forget to celebrate what you have right now.
Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it.