A Quote by Ben Fogle

I have a terrible memory. I never remember names or faces. It's incredibly embarrassing. — © Ben Fogle
I have a terrible memory. I never remember names or faces. It's incredibly embarrassing.
I can never remember names. I'm so self-centered and have a terrible memory.
I can't remember faces, don't remember names, but after awhile and a thousand miles it all becomes the same.
I have a good visual memory. I'm good with faces, but names - I get in trouble a lot; I can't seem to remember people. People think I'm rude. As a side comment, you know, I'm not being rude: I just kind of blank out.
Memory is corrupted and ruined by a crowd of memories. If I am going to have a true memory, there are a thousand things that must first be forgotten. Memory is not fully itself when it reaches only into the past. A memory that is not alive to the present does not remember the here and now, does not remember its true identity, is not memory at all. He who remembers nothing but facts and past events, and is never brought back into the present, is a victim of amnesia.
I'm very influenced by landscapes, not so much the way places look as the way the names sound. In this country we've got so many cultures, and the place names - the Spanish names and the Indian names, which are so incredibly musical.
There are three things I always forget. Names, faces and... the third I can't remember.
I somehow can't remember numbers, names, and faces. I forget very easily.
I have a poor memory for names; but I seldom remember a face.
I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and - I can't remember what the third thing is.
My memory about names and places now is dreadful. But lines, I can remember.
I have a terrible memory of my own past. I can barely remember my childhood. I have few memories from college and law school - though once I got married, I got the advantage of being able to consult my husband's memory.
I can't read music and I'm crap at learning lyrics. Especially since the accident I have memory problems. I can't remember words, names, places.
I have a terrible memory in general, but one thing I've always been able to remember is my songs.
I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.
As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.
To take sides with life and experience how we can transcend ourselves is a process that has many names and faces. Religion is one of those names.
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