Quotes About Forgotten

That good or bad momentS never be forgetten. It Store alwayS in any corner it will remembered at right time automaticaly. No one can eraSe it but Simply it forgotten for Some time till the true time.

The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. . . . I call C the Forgotten Man.

For a few dazed moments she had quite forgotten . . . For all the changes ten years had wrought in his physique, she had been caught up in very physical memories. And in the sort of yearning that self-discipline had suppressed in her for so many years that she had thought it quite dead.

Silence then, and the scent of apple trees, and the nightmare sense of grief that comes when a man wakes again to feel a loss he has forgotten in sleep.

Go into the largest livestock operation, search out the darkest and tiniest stall or pen, single out the filthiest, most forlorn little lamb or pig or calf, and that is one of God's creatures you're looking at.

Do you expect me to forget what you are?" he asked, knowing that this was what he had forgotten. "I do not expect you to think of me at all.

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace

The first to fall in any war are forgotten. No love gets lost over one person's reckless mistake. Only after it's a mountain of bodies bagged do we think to raise a flag and call the mistake by a different name, because one downfall times a thousand has got to mean something. It needs its own brand, some point to all the sacrifice.

You don't ask questions of an attic

The first to fall in any war are forgotten. No love gets lost over one person's reckless mistake. Only after it's a mountain of bodies bagged do we think to raise a flag and call the mistake by a different name, because one downfall times a thousand has got to mean something. It needs its own brand, some point to all the sacrifice. Mom was the unknown soldier.

You have forgotten the doctrine of your own church, is it not so? The cross…the bread and wine…the confessional…only symbols. Without faith, the cross is only wood, the bread baked wheat, the wine sour grapes.

God is love, the human being is all love, only the human has forgotten it long ago.

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.

There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.

'T is said that absence conquers love; But oh believe it not! I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot.

Those wire baskets where you leave your paperwork to die...

El primer amor no se olvida. O sí. ¿Se podía ser feliz con una persona manteniendo a otra en algún lugar secreto del corazón?

Pero de eso hacía demasiado, tanto que ya ni recordaba los matices, y veía las escenas como fotografías inmóviles sujetas con alfileres en su mente. Sabía que eran alfileres porque le dolían las punzadas de cada imagen, de cada recuerdo, como si aún lo llevara prendido de verdad en algún rincón de su alma.

por la memoria de aquella pobre mujer que empezó perdiendo el nombre y terminó perdiendo la cordura.

Viva mi Partido, carajo! No sé en donde puse la llave con que abro en donde muero con retraso. Perdón señores, ya recuerdo. Nadie parece que me llamo.

Ignorance is learned; innocence is forgotten.

There is not a more unhappy being than a superannuated idol.

Windows were broken. Where not broken they were boarded up, had been for years: the rust from nailheads had written long, sad farewells down the salt-silvered planks.