Quotes About Forgotten

In a thousand years, Fred, no one will even know or care we existed.

It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time, then two years later you'll be like, 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'

We sing the greatest songs of days forgotten, and days yet to come. The music of the spheres shall fill our souls, and thus we shall become divine. For Truth. For Beauty.

Sadly, the now-accepted, international church forgot that it, too, was once considered a mere cult.

It would appear," Top said, blinking his eyes in mock contrition, "that I've accidentally handcuffed my arm to the door handle of this van. And I've completely forgotten what I did with the key.

When I stood there, looking out the window at the raindrops and thinking of everything I lost, I forgot everything I have. When I remembered everything I have, I forgot everything I lost.

And the fox said to the little prince: men have forgotten this truth, but you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

Write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of the thousands you come in contact with year by year, and you will never be forgotten.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.

tantas cosas suceden sin que nadie se entere ni las recuerde

donde Cristo perdió el mechero

Vous savez ce que c'est, un grenier? C'est plein de choses qui sont comme mortes : d'anciennes armoires toutes cassées, de mauvais souliers, des corsages qui ont fait leur temps; enfin, des choses qu'on a mis là pour les laisser mourir toutes seules. Quand on les revoit, elles ont l'air de vous le reprocher; c'est toujours un peu triste.

In the beginning, deep in the papyrus, we hoped help would come. But God Himself showed that He had forgotten us, so all the more reason for the Whites to do the same.

Can you imagine 4,000 years passing, and you're not even a memory? Think about it, friends. It's not just a possibility. It's a certainty.

Cultura e un cimitir de c?r?i ?i de alte obiecte disp?rute pentru vecie.

Like her father, Bess never forgot a hurt or a service.

searches her gauzy memories, but it's no use. She can't remember why, and it doesn't matter anyway.

Some secrets buried away in boxes are peacefully forgotten, just as we hope they'll be. But some refuse to stay in their boxes, popping out at the worst possible times. And then there are those...that linger and fester, gnawing away from the inside out.

There, scuttling across the floor, blind and querulous, is the old cell phone—scrabbling and bulky, trying to get away from you.

I have a couple of favorite relatives, but because they're so far away I tend to ignore them-even though they have mailboxes, email addresses and telephone numbers. Today, I'll get back in touch.

La gente deambulaba por la plaza, hechizada por el recuerdo olvidado de la fiesta; de ese olvido provenía la tristeza de esos días. "Algún día recordaremos, recordaremos

los hombres que pasen por aquí no tengan ni memoria de que fui Ixtepec.

And what do you take care of? What people throw away, what history rejects, what memory denies. The smile of a starving child, the years of its dying mother, the silent prayers of the condemned man and the cries of his friend: I gather them up and preserve them. In this city, i am memory.

The street resembled fairgrounds deserted in haste. There was a little of everything: suitcases, briefcases, bags, knives, dishes, banknotes, papers, faded portraits. All the things one planned to take along and finally left behind. They had ceased to matter.