Quotes About Forgotten

On the side of the concrete wall, someone had long ago painted the words TIRE SERVICE in red and blue. The letters were faded now, beaten and stripped by years of sun.

One of the cries from the people was, don't forget us. They have a long road ahead of them. Operation Blessing has found those little fishing towns. They will not be getting what other towns are getting from the government.

No, and in fact I get a bit frustrated, because I'm actually quite good at one-liners, and I've had hundreds of them over the years, and they sink without trace, and I get very frustrated. Every party conference I really work on the speeches, and I always have two or three things I'm quite proud of, and no one ever remembers them.

I think we've got the tracks that everyone wants to sing along to. A lot of people say, 'God, I've forgotten you've had so many hits!'

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

I recognized everything, the waterfall and the lakes, the trees and paths. But they had forgotten me. That was bitter and I cried a lot. One should never return to sacred places.

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

The famous peace symbol, it is often forgotten, originally came from the semaphore code for N–D, meaning nuclear disarmament.)

When they die no one will ever know that once they lived.

Who will remember, passing through this gate,The unheroic dead who fed the guns?Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate—Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?

Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?

Boy with the name and face I don't remember, you can stop shouting now, I can still hear you.

Up here on this forgotten elbow of land, I have nothing to lose, and though I am more afraid now than I have ever been, I am relieved, I am unburdened, I am ascending.

Most precious things are found where no one looks at.

She said out of pity for him, "I shall give you a kiss if you like," but though he once knew, he had long forgotten what kisses are, and he replied, "Thank you," and held out his hand, thinking she had offered to put something into it. This was a great shock to her, but she felt she could not explain without shaming him, so with charming delicacy she gave Peter a thimble which happened to be in her pocket, and pretended that it was a kiss.

All writers-all people-have their stores of private and family legends which lie like a collection of half-forgotten, often violent toys on the floor of memory.

How many other are there? I thought. People, things, seen and then forgotten, leaving nothing behind them, not even the knowledge that they're missing.

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!

I don't remember feeling love.

Byron!—he would be all forgotten to-day if he had lived to be a florid old gentleman with iron-grey whiskers, writing very long, very able letters to "The Times" about the Repeal of the Corn Laws.

They may have forgotten how badly they treated you, or they may pretend that they have forgotten. But watch: They will come back to you.