Moses was a forgotten man in the wilderness, But God had Moses right where he wanted him and met him at a burning bush.
Right. I'd forgotten about her. ' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.
The reason to forgive ourselves is not because we feel like it or because we want to see ourselves as blameless but because we limit what we can receive from God when we hold on to our past. He wants to do so much more than we could ever imagine. Forgiving yourself starts with believing in God's incredible love for you and accepting His amazing grace and mercy. If God Almighty can forgive us who are we to hold on to what He has not only forgiven but forgotten
I want to do something splendid… Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books.
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
We have forgotten to be our brothers and sisters keepers. And we have forgotten that the Number 1 goal is to love one another.
There's too much of everything - too many bands, too many albums, too much information all the time. You're seeing fewer album releases treated as big events, because of the influx. It's almost a "here this week, forgotten next week" thing.
I would prefer to be forgotten, then rediscovered in a different age.
Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my head for a time, even the memories--until I've radically improved my circumstances. Then. . . then you'll see, I'll rise from the dead!
History is only a catalogue of the forgotten.
I don't think so much anymore. When you're younger, and at your height, then people want you to do that great one again. But seriously, things are forgotten, and that's the truth.
These, then, are the qualities of my ideal diplomatist. Truth, accuracy, calm, patience, good temper, modesty and loyalty. They are also the qualities of an ideal diplomacy. But, the reader may object, you have forgotten intelligence, knowledge, discernment, prudence, hospitality, charm, industry, courage and even tact. I have not forgotten them. I have taken them for granted.
There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.
I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.
Forgotten were the elementary rules of logic, that extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence and that what can be asserted without evidence can also be dismissed without evidence.
Where there is a living memory of struggle, they have a living memory of the rebellion. Where there's no struggle afterward the rebellion is forgotten.
So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.
When all your favorite preachers are gone, and all their books forgotten, you will have your Bible. Master it. MASTER IT!
Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.
When the shoe fits, the foot is forgotten. When the belt fits, the belly is forgotten. When the heart is right, "for" and "against" are forgotten. No drives, no compulsions, no needs, no attractions: Then your affairs are under control. You are a free man.