Quotes About Forgotten

For years, she had been in mourning for the way she had let her life slip through her fingers. Given another chance, she'd told herself, she would take more care to experience it. But lately, she was finding that she had experienced it after all and just forgotten, and now it was returning to her.

There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle? No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries. These are just the ... the unfound. When she could speak again. From the whole war? The man shook his head. Just these fields. Elizabeth sat on the steps. No one told me. My God no one told me

You can't recall someone whose name has worn away.

It's a weird thing. Reservations were meant to be prisons, you know? Indians were supposed to move onto reservations and die. We were supposed to disappear. But somehow or another, Indians have forgotten the reservations were meant to be death camps.

But people forget.

Four years with no sex? Don't tell me that you've forgotten this is the Age of Electronics? I mean, really, do any of your patients know how long you've gone without sex? (Selena) Keep your voice down. I don't think it's the business of my patients whether or not I'm a born-again virgin. And as for the Age of Electronics, I really don't want to get personal with something that comes with a warning label and batteries. (Grace)

He would remember their kiss forever. She wouldn't recall him at all.' (Wulf)

She's my wife. (Stryker) Was. You seem to have forgotten an important verb tense. (Zephyra)

Forgotten history. You, however, are my present. (Varyk) Oh, goody. Do I have to wear a bow? (Fang)

Searing with intelligence, they showed her a soul that was tainted by betrayal. One completely devoid of trust. And in that one single moment, she felt his sorrow inside her own heart. He wanted to trust someone. He wanted to reach out. But he'd forgotten how. Alone and cold, he was pain personified.

Life is surely given us for higher purposes than to gather what our ancestors have wisely thrown away, and to learn what is of no value but because it has been forgotten.

At the moment you're suffering from what we call Maya. Maya is illusion. Maya is a Sanskrit word that suggests that we have forgotten. We've forgotten the purpose of life.

Some players are so bad they are hated. Some players are so bad they are forgotten. And some are so bad that they are loved, talked about, treasured.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

you forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood...

Se aclama a los escaladores que ponen en peligro su vida por alcanzar la cima del Everest. Se critica a los escaladores que cometen un leve error de cálculo o planificación y mueren en el intento. Pero nadie recuerda a los escaladores que fueron conscientes de sus limitaciones y se dieron la vuelta a pocos metros de la cima. Puede que estén vivos, pero olvidados.»

Algunos casos tienen ese efecto. Un único acontecimiento y todo lo que sucede a continuación se vuelve distino. La mayoría de los delitos se olvidan. Todo el mundo sigue con su vida. El delico cae en el olvido. Pero algunos tocan la fibra sensible de la memoria. Son comp una llaga que no llega a curarse. Dejan una cicatriz.

We like to think that every moment has potential, that there's something transcendent hidden all around, that if you'd only stop to seize the day, you could hold onto it and carry it with you. But the truth is, most of life is forgotten instantly, almost as it's happening. Chances are that even a day like today will slip through your fingers and dissolve into oblivion, washed clean by the tides.

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

He said that we had forgotten the clowns, who now performed only in prisons and insane asylums. The implication was that this was a bad thing.

There was the ocean, like a recurring character you forgot about for long stretches.

I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.

I don't have any control over what memories I get, when I get them. Except every single one of them is something I would have rather forgotten. -- "Erase, Erase, Erase

Look down wells and look in the dark wet places. Look in forgetful places, and for forgotten things. Ask those that know the secrets whispered under earth and between stones.