Quotes About Forgotten

Feeling alone, Feeling unloved, Feeling unwanted and Feeling forgotten about is one of the worst feelings in the world, and the hardest to forget. But I hope you never forget that there is someone who's always by your side and he'll always love you, always wants you, and always cares about you no matter what.

I remember the ones who never cared while forgetting the ones who have always been there.

Most adults have forgotten what they had to do to survive childhood.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift. As a counselor once told me -a counselor for Disaffected Yought, I might add: "You like that crap because it reminds you of you." Couldn't of said it better or put it more bluntly. Don't even disagree with it either.

Dust hid blood, but not remembrance.

It had been such a stupid question, I had forgotten not to have an expression.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

When Riley Tatum vanished twelve years ago, no one sounded an alarm. No one called the cops, gathered a search party, or posted flyers. She simply disappeared from the streets into an abyss. Swallowed whole. She should have died. Been long forgotten. But for reasons she didn't understand, the darkness spat her out.

Do you regret having been by my side? You forgot what we were feeling inside. Now I have to forget I love you.

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.

Know that holiness too is a part of love and you are a saint of my destiny, a religion of my life, a belief of the forgotten being inside me, the stranger that I am, headed for nowhere, knowing that where it is I will find my fulfilment through death, expecting you?

I am nothing special of this I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

and time becomes a forgotten detail.

A sacrifice ever remembered. Never forgotten. Another day we live. A sacrifice for you. Only for you. And so shall it be, For evermore. Paviamma

where did those words go, words that where once in my head?

The past is all forgiven long ago, dear Ringwood," said his sister earnestly; "it would be ill for brother and sister if the love between them could not outlive old injuries, and be the brighter and the truer for old sorrows.

It all came back. Yes, it came back. For the last two months it had ceased to be; it had been blotted out—hidden, forgotten; there had been no such thing. An enchanter's wand had been waved above that dreary square-built house in the dusty lane, and a fairy palace had arisen for her habitation; a fairy-land of beauty and splendour had spread itself around her, a paradise in which she wandered hand in hand with a demigod.

Time has effaced all positive knowledge of this aboriginal race;

I said, 'We have dreamed, dear friend. Another time, we might awaken. Let it be a dream forgotten at morning.' That seemed a better way of saying it than, 'Never remind me of this, for fear I should stick a knife in you.

But sometimes his face would change, as if sorrow touched his shoulder, saying, "Had you forgotten me?

Her eyes filled. "He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago," she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them." Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!

We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love--a connection between things. This arcane bit of knowledge is respoken everyday into the ears of readers of great books, and also appears to perpetually slip under a carpet, utterly forgotten.

Life is much, much more than is necessary and much, much more than any of us can bear, so we erase it or it erases us, we ourselves are an erasure of everything we have forgotten or don't know or haven't experiences, and on our deathbed, even that limited erased 'whole' becomes further diminished...