Browsing Topic Best Forgetful Quotes

Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

We try many ways to be awake, but our society still keeps us forgetful. Meditation is to help us remember.

Nobody is forgotten, when it is convenient to remember him.

Love is the simplest of all earthly things. It needs no grandeur of celestial trust In more than what it is, no holy wings: It stands with honest feet in honest dust, And is the body’s blossoming in clear air Of trustfulness and joyance when alone Two mortals pass beyond the hour’s despair And claim that Paradise which is their own. Amid a universe of sweat and blood, Beyond the glooms of all the nations’ hate, Lovers, forgetful of the poisoned mood Of the loud world, in secret ere too late A gentle sacrament may celebrate Before their private altar of the good.

There are two classes of Christians: the proud who imagine they are humble and the humble who are afraid they are proud. There should be another class: the self-forgetful who leave the whole thing in the hands of Christ and refuse to waste any time trying to make themselves good. They will reach the goal far ahead of the rest.

Genius in poverty is never feared, because nature, though liberal in her gifts in one instance, is forgetful in another.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

The essence of Christianity is the appeal to the life of Christ as a revelation of the nature of God and of God’s agency in the world. The record is fragmentary, inconsistent, and uncertain. . . . But there can be no doubt as to what elements in the record have evoked a response from all that is best in human nature. The Mother, the Child, and the bare manger: the lowly man, homeless and self-forgetful, with his message of peace, love, and sympathy: the suffering, the agony, the tender words as life ebbed, the final despair: and the whole with the authority of supreme victory.

Herodotus is not more indisputably the father of history than is Sir Boyle Roche the father of Bulls. No doubt there were makers of bulls before his day, even as brave men lived before Agamemnon; but they are not remembered, and if their bulls have survived them they are credited to Sir Boyle by a posterity generously forgiving and forgetful of his famous indictment.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

Is there anything more tedious than the often repeated tales of the old and forgetful?

Forgotten? No, we never do forget:We let the years go: eash then clean with tears,Leave them to bleach, out in the open day,Or lock them careful by, like dead friends’ clothes,Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,—But we forget not, never can forget.

God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.

Daily fervent prayers seeking forgiveness and special help and direction are essential to our lives and the nourishment of our testimonies. When we become hurried, repetitive, casual, or forgetful in our prayers, we tend to lose the closeness of the Spirit, which is so essential in the continual direction we need to successfully manage the challenges of our everyday lives. Family prayer every morning and night adds additional blessings and power to our individual prayers and to our testimonies.

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

Be not forgetful of prayer. Every time you pray, if your prayer is sincere, there will be new feeling and new meaning in it, which will give you fresh courage, and you will understand that prayer is an education.

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.

Maxwell is serious, dedicated, awkward, forgetful, pompous to a certain degree, sentimental.

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

And some men are as ignorant of what they do when awake as they are forgetful of what they do when asleep.

Just because you’re old that doesn’t mean you’re more forgetful. The same people whose names I can’t remember now I couldn’t remember fifty years ago. . .

Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird’s chirp.

Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the longcenturies falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow drippingon a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful ofus, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable.

Nowadays games immediately appear on the Internet and thus the life of novelties is measured in hours. Modern professionals do not have the right to be forgetful – it is ‘life threatening’.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion– I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

No art is sunk in the self, but rather, in art the self becomes self-forgetful in order to meet the demands of the thing seen and the thing being made.

You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Yoga makes my day better as I am less likely to fall victim to my otherwise foolish & forgetful mind.

I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving… I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist.

The human being is not a fallen being in need of redemption but rather a forgetful being who must be reminded of God and his own nature.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?

All social inequalities which have ceased to be considered expedient, assume the character not of simple inexpediency, but of injustice, and appear so tyrannical, that people are apt to wonder how they ever could have. been tolerated; forgetful that they themselves perhaps tolerate other inequalities under an equally mistaken notion of expediency, the correction of which would make that which they approve seem quite as monstrous as what they have at last learnt to condemn.