Quotes About Forgotten

There comes a point when all the secrets are told and all that is left are their spent ghosts.

when he had still thought his experiences might have some value – that his life might amount to something – and which were gathering dust in a desk drawer.

The route had been renamed after the war, Sergeant Booth had told them in the taxi. Now it was known as the Road of Remembrance. To Billy, recalling Alf Dawkins with his crutches and his nervous tick, begging for half-crowns, it seemed more a case of how quickly people forgot.

The corner the light doesn't reach is the one the dime rolled to.

You should know that your only safe secrets are those you have yourself forgotten.

It was so much easier to knock down than build up: a city raised over millennia could be razed in a day; the life of a man ended in a second's crack. In years to come, Edmund and his children would know the names of planes and tanks and battles and invasions and recall with facility the atrocities of the age, the names of those who committed them. But would any of them be able to name a single repairer of the breach or fixer of broken walls?

The world is a mere succession of fortunes made and lost, lessons learned and forgotten and learned again.)

Krasus raced along the landscape. all sense of dignity forgotten. Dignity was for those with both time and patience, commodities not available to him and his companion.

Now I am dead and laid in my grave And that my bones are rotten, By this shall I remembered be, Or else I am forgotten.

It is strange that the mind will forget so much, and yet hold a picture of flowers that have been dead for thirty years or more...

He forgot everything, time and place; it was just the two of them together, needing each other, survivors of a black terror embracing because they had found each other.

The trees have vanished and the town forgets. But not the land.

Say five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys as a penance" still perpetuated a de facto notion of a juridical exchange instead of any deep experience of healing forgiveness or unearned grace. You cannot deal with spiritual things in a courtroom manner. It does not achieve its purpose; it does not work at a deep level. We forgot our own unique job description as people of the Gospel and imitated courts of law instead.

Do you know what it means to look at a headless baby sitting in a shovel? It is as if all the languages in the world have been forgotten, as if all the books ever written have been given up to dust. And that you are glad of it. Because such people as we have no right to speak or write or leave any trace for history.

Se descermos até à cave, se descermos até às profundezas, encontramos velhos amigos de quem nos esquecemos, que nos abraçam. Por uns breves momentos tudo é como deveria ter sido.

Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten.

I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I'd forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.

Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten.

Nico tried to swallow his bile. He wasn't mad at Reyna. He kind of liked Reyna. But so often he'd been called on to do the impossible. Normally, as soon as he accomplished it, he was forgotten.

Typical," Pear muttered. "The killers are remembered as heroes. The growers are forgotten. Except by us nature spirits.

This was how people disappeared from history, wasn't it? They weren't erased, they were explained away.

Everyone remembered Lord Lucan's name, but hardly anyone remembered Sandra Rivett, the nanny he clubbed to death. The wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like Gabrielle Mason and her children, also mostly forgotten by the collective memory. Who could name one of the Yorkshire Ripper's victims? Or the Wests'? The forgotten dead. Victims faded, murderers lived on in the memory, only the police kept the eternal flame alight, passing it on as the years went by.

Life was for absorbing, not recording. And in the end, it was all just paper that someone would have to dispose of after you were gone. Perhaps, after all, one's purpose in this world was to be forgotten, not remembered

Mostly, he looked like a big piece of old brown carpet that had been left out in the rain.