I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children's birthdays too.
Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.
But one does not forget by trying to forget. One only remembers.
Everyone who remembers his own education remembers teachers, not methods and techniques. The teacher is the heart of the educational system.
Where we belong is often where we least expect to find ourselves—a place that we may have willed ourselves to forget, but that the heart remembers forever.
I tend to look very different with every role that I do, so I don't know if anybody remembers me or recognizes me at all, including people that I've worked with and know really well.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Do not forget birthdays. This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.
Everybody, including me, has to submit to what it needs to be. The thing is at the top of the pyramid, the best version of the thing; we all have to serve that. You forget that at your own risk. And I think movies are too long, in general.
Thanks to Facebook, I never forget the birthdays of people I don't really know.
Diplomacy, n : 1. The patriotic art of lying for one's country. 2. The art of letting someone have your way. 3. The art of saying 'nice doggy' until you can find a rock. A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.
We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.
My father was an electrical contractor, while I used to deliver video cassettes on a cycle to people in Juhu and Bandra, including celebrities like Mithun Chakraborty. Mithunda remembers me and is very proud of me. He can't believe that the guy who used to come to his house in short pants has become so successful.
They'll always find somebody for me to fight. Whether I win or lose, they'll find somebody to fight, and I'll compete. I'll make money, and I'll pay my bills.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.