Quotes About Forgotten

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, who suffered death because she chose to turn. - Lot's Wife

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

Sono un recipiente di ricordi in un mondo che è dimenticanza.

Her smile faded. "Do you know the worst thing about it? I forgot him. Daemon was a friend, and I forgot him. That Winsol, before I was…he gave me a silver bracelet. I don't know what happened to it. I had a picture of him. I don't know what happened to that either. And then he gave everything he had to help me, and when it was done, everyone walked away from him as if he didn't matter.

The map showed human places I'd never heard of - places that had once been great civilizations, until humans forgot the world wasn't theirs to claim.

But other beings shouldn't be forgotten. You knew that when you were a student, felt that need from those no one else wanted to think about. Even demons need a home. Even a dark landscape should feel the warmth of the Light. Why have you forgotten that?

And don't think I've forgotten about that kiss, sister dear. You haven't told me nearly enough. We never-been-kissed spinsters need detail. Between 'not like warm snails' and 'better than wonderful' there's an enormous gulf of possibilities. I'm willing to wait until you share, but not for long.

I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. JEREMIAH 31:34

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, counting this row and that row of moccasins waiting on the silent shelf.

Hazel could not explain that she had forgotten, that there was Jack and soul-sucking villains, and sometimes you are too scratchy to remember the things you are supposed to do, even if you do feel really bad about it later.

Anybody that thought that I tried to protect the president has forgotten that I asked for the expansion of the Monica Lewinsky matter.

Do not revive a grief I had forgotten.

a necklace of pearls on a white neck. We had lost the sense of discovery which had infused the anarchy of our first year. I began to settle down. ... the old house in the foreground, the rest of the world abandoned and forgotten; a world of its own of peace and love and beauty...

But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work-- and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever

This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and riding smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.

But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

This was a valley of ashes – a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.

They had forgotten – as people inevitably forget

This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.

Una frase trató de tomar forma en mi boca y mis labios se abrieron como los de un mudo, como si se les resistiera algo más que un asustado soplo de aire. Pero no emitieron ningún sonido, y lo que había estado a punto de recordar se convirtió en incomunicable para siempre.

Algún día no muy lejano pocos recordarán lo que pasó. — No te hagas mala sangre. Es ley de vida. Al final, siempre gana el olvido.