“One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.”
“The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.”
“...it occurred to her how some people continued through no design of one's own to be in one's life while others might initially enter in a sort of blaze and seem to change everything but then might not stay around.”
“Standing on my own, remembering the one I left at home, forget about the life I used to know, forget about the one I left at home”
“Sometimes I get so caught up in my own drama, I forget I'm not the only one in the play.”
“One forgets so quickly one’s own youth…”