Quotes About Forgotten

I muri nudi ed umidi, il silenzio, lo squallore delle luci: tutti là dentro parevano essersi dimenticati che in qualche parte del mondo esistevano fiori, donne ridenti, case allegre e ospitali. Tutto là dentro era una rinuncia, ma per chi, per quale misterioso bene?

In questo caso il ricordo di lui mi ritornava, allora mi fermavo e nel silenzio della notte a voce alta chiedevo: Dormi? Ma lui non rispondeva. Effettivamente dormiva, però lontano, sotto le crode, in un cimitero di montagna, e con gli anni nessuno si ricordava più di lui, nessuno gli portava fiori.

Superstition has been defined as the use of a form whose significance has been forgotten.

Having no name to call on was having no past; having no past pointed to the fissure between the past and the present. That fissure is represented in the Door of No Return: that place where our ancestors departed one world for another; the Old World for the New. The place where all names were forgotten and all beginnings recast.

Those long remembered can alone claim to be long forgotten.

everything we do is decent when the mind begins to forget — the design of life; and good when we are forgotten — the design of death.

Selles voodis oleksime unustanud oma elu, oleksime jõudnud mäletamise äärmise piirini; me kehad oleksid ühte sulanud, justnagu kujud vahakujude muuseumis on sulatatud ühte nende ajalooga, nii oleksime meie lagunenud armastuseks.

I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

I have been loved," she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

It's so unfair. People suffered, worked, thought. So much wisdom, so much talent. And they're forgotten as soon as they die. We must do everything possible to keep their memories alive, because we will be treated in the same way ourselves.

Wherever suffering raised its ugly head, these angels of compassion could be found—in a home, in a relationship, or when mankind decided its conflicts on some forgotten piece of land turned into a graveyard with weapons of war.

Mexico is a cemetery for secrets.

In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly.

For most Americans the Constitution had become a hazy document, cited like the Bible on ceremonial occasions but forgotten in the daily transactions of life.

Where did all the words go?" I asked. "They just wasted away," my mom explained, " like a leg you never walk on.

Before I was born, they had traveled around the world together, and sometimes it seemed that they went away again and forgot me.

A dreary sense of loneliness came over him as he realized how everything he had brought with him from home and from the old days seemed to fall away from him and let him go his own way, forgotten and forsaken. The door to the past was barred, and he stood outside, empty-handed and alone; whatever he needed and desired he must win for himself--new friends and new shelter, new affections and new memories.

It was the loss of the books that she grieved above all. . . One keeps remembering some odd little book that one had; one can't list them all, and it is best to forget them now that they are ashes.

Suzanne had totally forgotten about their court date since she'd been a little busy having tons of condom-free sex with Ryder, planning Nikki's wedding, and forming a placenta.

The forgotten of this country have a consistent history of turning on their champions, and I suppose the way working men and women have forsaken the very politicians who could help them most speaks of the primacy of emotion in politics. Perhaps the great decline of FDR's party, which was beginning in Henry Bonwiller's time, didn't come about because Democrats favored a logical argument over a moral one, but simply because they clung to the idea that either one mattered at all.

Somehow I'd forgotten about the six-foot tall stone man with wings and impressively chiseled — possibly literally chiseled — abs. Vanniv put a hand over his chest. "Ooh, yes. I love secrets! Tell me all your secrets.

Stairs Up! Extremely Dangerous Traps! I Forgot What This One Does! Money! Moderately Dangerous Traps! Mystery! Bigger Monsters! Literally Nothing!

Dandilion was once more filled with the desire to finally compose a ballad about girls like her – not too pretty but nonetheless beautiful, girls of whom one dreams at night when those of classical beauty are forgotten after five minutes.

Shani smiled even more beautifully and Dandelion was once more filled with the desire to finally compose a ballad about girls like her—not too pretty but nonetheless beautiful, girls of whom one dreams at night when those of classical beauty are forgotten after five minutes.