Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When the war closed, I buried the hatchet, and I won't fight now unless I'm put upon.
There's no point in burying a hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site.
Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
I kind of miss the hatchet days of Mr. Fairchild at 'WWD', when they really took no prisoners and there was sort of outrageous favoritism and its inverse.
I've a grand memory for forgetting.
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.
We have all forgot more than we remember.
As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it'll all be forgotten.
Forgotten is forgiven.