Quotes About Forgotten

Deepest within every person there is nonetheless an anxiety about being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread.

Some of us will be long forgotten before we are even dead. Most will never be remembered at all, not even by family.

down unlit, unmarked & forgotten roads of REASON & PURPOSE

Walking on the path I met my Master, known by a million names in different cultures and places yet people have forgotten the way to HIM.

childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

river burial had a certain rustic poetry, but Ophion cared not at all about preserving the decency of the dead. The river deposited Psaltery on a mud flat three kilometers downstream. When they passed her ruined body, the Titanides did not even glance at it. Chris could not look away. The corpse crawling with scavengers haunted his sleep for a long time. 28.

It hardly mattered to him that [his] book was forgotten and that it served no use; and the question of its worth at any time seemed almost trivial...He let his fingers riffle through the pages and felt a tingling, as if those pages were alive… The fingers loosened, and the book they had held moved slowly and then swiftly across the still body and fell into the silence of the room.

I have no memory of my mother ever kissing me.

He forgot that anybody was there, and, sobbing, hid his face in his great hands.

hosts, and girls who wore their sequins like someone else's forgotten shine.

A man with no memory is interesting, while a man with sad memories can't be buried fast enough.

Of the poor, fainting soul, tired of looking to humanity only to be betrayed and forgotten, Christ says, "Let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; and he shall make peace with me" (Isaiah 27:5).

I have whispered to you in the perfume of a rose; But the flower soon faded and was like me forgotten.

Inainte de razboi, traia acel poet batran si bolnav, uitat de toata lumea, si care, citisem undeva, le poruncise alor sai sa spuna ca nu e acasa pentru nici un vizitator. Nevast?-sa, din mil?, mergea din când în când s? sune la u??...

It had been so long since we were a family that I had almost forgotten the joy that came with having one. All the small and large moments, many that I had taken for granted while they were occuring, no doubt bolstered by the certainty that there would be many more. Yet such endearing and memorable engagements in life are promised to no one. They come and go and one has to be aware that there is no assurance they will ever come again.

His mind was like the sea itself: troubled, and too deep for the bravest man's descent, throwing up now and again, for the naked eye to wonder at, treasure and debris long forgotten on the bottom—bones and jewels, fantastic shells, jelly that had once been flesh, pearls that had once been eyes. And he was at the mercy of this sea, hanging there with darkness all around him.

And I tell you something else, don't none of you forget it: I know a lot of people done took their own lives and they're walking up and down the streets today and some of them is preaching the gospel and some is sitting in the seats of the mighty. Now, you remember that. If the world wasn't so full of dead folks maybe those of us that's trying to live wouldn't have to suffer so bad.

Our bodies forgot, left things behind, without our hearts meaning to. Then the things that were left behind curled up somewhere deep inside us, and hunkered down. Time didn't move at the same speed for them, so they always left a lump, something unresolved.

It was only I who had forgotten how well we knew each other.

I accidentally skipped Sotaro.

He wanted to etch into his heart these memories, and wondered how he could have forgotten this tragedy for so many years.

Now hear a new truth. The Great Mother Herself will be forced to hide from those who are coming. She will seem to disappear while they grow strong, but someday She will return. Although our children and their children, perhaps to the thousandth generation, must live in the new world that has forgotten Her, they must never forget. She will return.