Zsa Zsa Gabor Quotes

I call everyone 'Darling' because I can't remember their names.

At my age the only problem is with remembering names. When I call everyone darling, it has damn all to do with passionately adoring them, but I know I'm safe calling them that. Although, of course, I adore them too.

I call people 'petal' all the time. My postman is very confused by this.

Every once in a while, I hear somebody call me Tracy to try to let me know that they know me, you know, personally. But most of my real friends will call me Trey, or 'Ice' was basically short for Iceberg. So they would call me - some of my boys call me Berg.

Everybody forgets names and faces, and it's just inconsiderate to expect someone who isn't your boss or your sister-in-law to know exactly who you are.

Now if anyone calls me Anthony, I usually don't respond.

If I have something I like to forget, then I forget it.

Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.

I had forgotten that, and so many things. How could I put everything down on paper? It seemed impossible. No matter what, the majority of life would be left out of this story, this sliver of a version of the life I'd known. But I tried anyway.

I spend all my time trying to keep thoughts away and ignore them....But here you are, trying to remember your own life, writing your thoughts down so that you don't forget. I suddenly realized what it would be like not to know, not to remember.

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it?

Forgetfulness transforms every occurrence into a non-occurrence.

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.

..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

My memory was never loaded with anything but blank cartridges.

... the irony of life is not that you cannot forget but that you can.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

The extraordinary ability of a woman to forget is not the same as the talent of a lady not to be able to remember.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

To learn from experience, we must remember it, and, for a variety of reasons, memory is a faithless friend.

Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.