Forgotten is forgiven.

The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

You're forgiven."

I don't deserve her.

"But not forgotten," I whisper. She'll never forget what I did. It's not humanly possible. Sometimes I want the impossible.

Her expression doesn't change. "My head is undiscriminating with the memories it keeps, but my heart has already forgotten.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten

I would simply like to be forgiven and forgotten. There is no need to remember me. The need is to remember yourself!