“I always love coming to Disneyland but celebrating my birthday here with my family, friends and the kids from YSA is really awesome!, this is a night I'll never forget.” KidsNightForgetMy FamilyCelebrateNever ForgetDisneylandMy BirthdayFamily FriendsReally Awesome Author:Miley Cyrus
“Its really good to have so distinctive a name as an actress. No one ever forgets it. My sister and brother are called Perdita and Rollo. Actually, my family calls me Hollyhocks.” NamesForgetBrotherMy FamilyActressesCall MeMy SisterBrothers And SistersForget ItDistinctive Author:Honeysuckle Weeks
“The compliment that I like more than anything is when my family tells me I'm the same Ryan. I never want to become a celeb who forgets about anybody or has a big head about himself.” WantBigsForgetMy FamilyComplimentBig HeadsCelebs Author:Ryan Guzman
“My legacy is in my family, not in my work. For me. I don't know about for other people. I try to forget a lot.” PeopleKnowsTryingForgetMy FamilyLegacy Author:Meshell Ndegeocello
“My family suffered very major losses during the Second World War, that's true. In my father's family, there were five brothers. I think four of them died. On my mother's side the picture was pretty much the same. Russia has suffered great losses. And of course we can't forget that.” ThinkingWorldWarMotherCoursesFatherSidesLossForgetFiveFourBrotherMajorsMy FamilyDiedRussiaWar Of The WorldsSecond World WarGreat Loss Author:Vladimir Putin
“I love my family but my family - they're the type of people that never let you forget anything you ever did... I was in the first grade Christmas play - I'm playing Mary. Now, during the course of the play, I dropped the baby Jesus... They still talk about this. I go to my family reunion, and one of my cousins just had a baby. So I'm like, 'Oh, that's a cute little baby. Let me hold the baby...' And my aunt runs over, 'Don't you give her that baby! You know she dropped the baby Jesus!'” PeopleKnowsGivingFirstsLittlesStillsPlayRunningCoursesJesusForgetBabyTypeMy FamilyLet MeCuteGradesMaryCousinAuntReunionMy CousinFamily ReunionLove My FamilyI Love My FamilyBaby Jesus Author:Wanda Sykes
“For me the very important thing was never to forget that they had no right to have me there, that my duty was to escape and that I needed to get back to my family and to my children no matter what. And that I could not accept to just see them as an authority, that I had to always keep in mind that I had to rebel and to keep my distance and to protect my soul because the core of the problem is dignity.” MindChildrenImportantSoulMatterProblemForgetAcceptingDutyNeededProtectAuthorityDignityMy FamilyNo Matter WhatImportant ThingsDistanceCoreMy SoulMy ChildrenGet BackRebel Author:Ingrid Betancourt
“Off pitch, I keep things simple. I enjoy spending time with my family. I never forget my roots and regularly give back to children in West Africa. I support several youth associations, and I am also involved in the protection of the forest in my country [Ivory Coast]. When away from home, I mostly miss people and enjoying a good laugh with my peers.” PeopleGivingChildrenCountryHomeEnjoySimpleForgetSupportLaughingMissingYouthInvolvedRootsMy FamilyWestProtectionSpendingForestsNever ForgetAssociationPeersCoastGiving BackSpending TimeIvoryAway From HomeGood LaughWest Africa Author:Yaya Toure
“I would argue with my father [Pablo Escobar] about his violent attitude and I would tell him to stop his violent ways and to think about peace as an alternative, especially given the many problems he was having. However, he would reply almost immediately by telling me "you are forgetting that the first bomb that exploded in Colombia was an attempt against you, your sister, and your mother - I did not invent narcoterrorism, narcoterrorism was first used against my family.” ThinkingWayFirstsProblemUsedMotherFatherGivenForgetAttitudeMy FamilyArguingViolentAlternativesBombsColombiaPablo Escobar Author:Juan Pablo Escobar
“As for my family, my father was Danel; he died as a mercenary in the southern wars," Han went on. "My mother's name was Sarah, called Sali, and my sister was Mari. They died last summer. But then, you already knew that. Every time you forget, I'll remind you. That's the blood sacrifice I made to be here, and that's enough.” MadeWarEnoughLastsMotherFatherNamesForgetSacrificeBloodSummerMy FamilyDiedSouthernMy SisterMercenaryLast SummerBlood Sacrifice Author:Cinda Williams Chima