Forgotten? No, we never do forget: We let the years go: wash them 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 pai n— But we forget not, never can forget.

We don't forget, and won't forget.

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

You can’t remember what you never forgot.

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.

The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

Never forget history.

We can forgive, but we cannot forget. That quote is mine. Those that forget their past are sentenced not to have a future.

But how can we forget what we never knew?

We forgive but not forgotten

Forget not when dear friend to friend returned,
Forget not days gone by, forget them not!
My mouth has tasted bitterness, and learned
To drink the envenomed cup of mortal lot;
Forget not when a sweeter draught was mine,
Loud rose the songs of them that drank that wine — Forget them not!

Forget not loyal lovers long since dead,
Though faith and loyalty should be forgot.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.