Quotes About Forgotten

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.

I mean, sitcoms shouldn't be doing 'Saturday Night Live.' You can't just do bit after bit after bit. You have to string it together with tight writing and performances. Hollywood seems to have forgotten how to do this.

It's about your product, and brand, and you, and whether or not you will win the battle for attention. Every time you market, you are offering either the orange ticket, or the green. You're either captivating, or a commodity. You're fascinating, or forgotten.

Questo luogo caldo e umido, che sapeva di muffa, dove aveva trovato rifugio, era un mausoleo di libri, un tesoro dimenticato, un cimitero di tutte le pagine non lette e illeggibili.

I've been forgotten here. Left alone talking to lightning storms, studying the mysterious patterns the dust of dead people makes as it floats through the last light of day.

To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was, but that I was, forgot to be.

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead.

Of the innumerable authors whose performances are thus treasured up in magnificent obscurity (in a library), most are forgotten, because they never deserved to be remembered.

I had a mother, I had a father. Now I don't remember their names. I don't remember mine. In another room, two people are sleeping who are nearer to me by how many years and thousands of miles; for whom, in this terrifying light, I would almost admit love.

For I often please myself with the fancy, now that I may have saved from oblivion the only striking passage in a whole volume, and now that I may have attracted notice to a writer undeservedly forgotten.

Palabras, palabras, palabras. Plegarias nocturnas. Las que no se dijeron y ahora piensan y que en sus mentes son desgarrados alaridos, gritos de ansiedad y amor. Dos letanías silenciosas, y yo en medio de esa extraña tormenta, cerca de un planeta creado por ellos que jamás habitaron. Dos seres frágiles que añoran estar juntos y ser olvidados, y la vida, como un muro, interponiéndose.

but me you have forgotten or you love some man more than me

You might wish a little to be carried off Someone sweeter you also know forgot and would say yes I shall love [...] as long as there is breath in me and care I say I have been a strong lover hurt bitter and know this no matter I shall love

When you lie dead no one will remember or long for you later. You do not share the roses of Pieria. Unseen here and in the house of Hades, flown away, you will flitter among dim corpses.

Andromeda forgot but Psapfo I loved you In Kypros I am queen for you a power as sun blazes glory everywhere; even by the Aheron I am with you

But you have forgotten me or you love some man more than me

Like a sweet apple reddening on a high branch, on the tip of the topmost branch and forgotten by the apple pickers—no, beyond their reach. Like a hyacinth in the mountains that shepherd men trample down with their feet, and on the earth the purple flower

Everything that was his was now no one's; everything he'd seen and felt and knew was now gone.

Memory's a fickle thing. And sometimes we're doomed to repeat the things we've forgotten.

It's entirely possible to base an entire book on a long-forgotten letter.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

I try not to think about legacy because it is all ­folly. If you study history, even recent history, you'll find many people who were quite significant in their time but are completely forgotten.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.