No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“Even in forgetting there is an aspect of recollection, a faded few moments of wispy consciousness clung like webs in high-vaulted chambers,… — Jeffrey Panzer Copy Share Image
“Life is beautifully tragic. Giving it up isn't the hard part; it's the living part that everyone struggles with.” — Allison Blanchard Copy Share Image
Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
To forget you is hard to do and to forget me is up to you. Forget me not, forget me never. Forget… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can’t suppress my excitement. Cinna has given… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
When situation gets you down, remember there's Someone in Heaven who loves you and watches over you and there's someone on Earth… — Crosby Kwaw Copy Share Image
I would like to use this little flower as a metaphor. The five petals of the little forget-me-not flower prompt me to… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
The evening light was like honey in the trees When you left me and walked to the end of the street Where… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing… — Melanie McGrath Copy Share Image
...the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
All flowers are flirtatious - particularly if they carry hyphenated names. The more hyphens in the name, the flirtier the flower. The… — Willard R. Espy Copy Share Image
At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
There is something inspiring and sublime about the little forget-me-not flower. I hope it will be a symbol of the little things… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
