Ron Fairly Quotes

To the people I forgot, you weren't on my mind for some reason and you probably don't deserve any thanks anyway.

The one they always forget is Brad Dexter.

I would have answered your letter sooner, but you didn't send one.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

It is correct that I overlooked the contamination of the party, not just now but also in the past.

Once, I had to clip a jacket back to take a picture, and after they were done I forgot to remove the clip until someone noticed.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

A wrongdoer is often a man who has left something undone, not always one who has done something.

History repeats itself because no one listens the first time.

Don’t blame me for not serving you proper warning.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person?

I'm just one of those people who can always tell the same story twice, forgetting that I've told it already.

I was playing 'The Flight of the Bumblebee,' and I totally forgot the ending, so I performed the whole piece again, and I still couldn't remember it.

I get tetchy with myself when I forget. I also get tetchy when directors ask you for take after take after take after take for no apparent reason. I've heard Maggie Smith gets tetchy for the same reason.

My memory is quite good, except when I'm off stage.

I have known many an instance of a man writing a letter and forgetting to sign his name, but this is the only instance I have ever known of a man signing his name and forgetting to write the letter.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

All the time that he can spare from the adornment of his person, he devotes to the neglect of his duties.

You might have mentioned this to me Molly,” said Leonard. “The fact that there are hostile natives on the island.” “I forgot,” said Molly. “You forgot?” said Leonard. “There’s been a lot happening,” said Molly.

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

I always feel like I'm forgetting things.

Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

I'm like the kid that crams for tests and never remembers anything.

Along with being forever on the move, one is forever in a hurry, leaving things inadvertently behind-friend or fishing tackle, old raincoat or old allegiance.

Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.