Quotes About Forgotten

porque habéis dejado de ser David, porque continuáis estando solos, porque vuestro sufrimientos del pasado no pueden borrar el nuestro. Pero sobre todo, porque ya habéis perdido el alma.

it was easy to forget about someone one never saw.

Babac???m!" diye ba??rd? Amanda.Uzun zamand?r sarf etmediÄŸi bir sevgi sözcüÄŸüydü.Phillip y?llard?r sadece "Baba" olduÄŸundan,bunun kulaÄŸa ne kadar tatl? geldiÄŸini unutmuÅŸtu.

Che nessuno recordi I'll tuo nome. Requiescat in Pace." ("May no-one remember your name. Rest in peace.")

But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.

None will thank me for this, nor anyone will remember. -Istak

Children give us the golden opportunity not only to reinvent our forgotten childhood, but also to play all the exciting great games, even the ones we missed before!

This is a celebration of cuts of meat, innards, and extremities that are more often forgotten or discarded in today's kitchen; it would seem disingenuous to the animal not to make the most of the whole beast: there is a set of delights, textural and flavorsome, which lie beyond the fillet.

After her husband died, she went away to live with her eldest son, and the round house shared the fate of Sally's. Where it stood is now a ploughed field. The husband's sacrifices, the wife's romance, are as though they had never been - 'melted into air, into thin air.

When Laura visited the hamlet just before the war, the roof had fallen in, the yew hedge had run wild and the flowers were gone, excepting one pink rose which was shedding its petals over the ruin. Today, all has gone, and only the limey whiteness of the soil in a corner of a ploughed field is left to show that a cottage once stood there.

Who had they been, all these mothers and sisters and wives? What were they now? Moons, blank and faceless, gleaming with borrowed light, each spinning loyally around a bigger sphere. 'Invisible,' said Faith under her breath. Women and girls were so often unseen, forgotten, afterthoughts. Faith herself had used it to good effect, hiding in plain sight and living a double life. But she had been blinded by exactly the same invisibility-of-the-mind, and was only just realizing it.

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.

She could recall almost nothing of them. She tried a thousand times, but for the greater part that section of her memory was as smooth and numb as scar tissue. Sometimes, just sometimes, she convinced herself that she could remember stray images or impressions, but she could not describe them properly or make sense of them.

It is time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a sea of unremarkable men and women, anonymous faces on the street, a hundred thousand unalphabetized things, a million forgotten hours.

Wherever we went, the soldiers came to kill us, and it was all our own country. It was ours already when the Wasichus made the treaty with Red Cloud, that said it would be ours is long as grass should grow and water flow. That was only eight winter's before, and they were chasing us now because we remembered and they forgot.

If you don't remember the past, you don't deserve to be remembered by the future.

Today Plato is nearly forgotten. His beliefs include the notion that people who govern should be intelligent, rational, self-controlled, and in love with wisdom, an idea that has long been discredited.

The heavens are not humane, but I'd forgotten compassion and love.

O Céu não é humano, mas talvez exista algo mais do que este Céu, a compaixão e o amor que eu há muito esquecera e apagara da memória.

El cel no és pas humà, però deu haver-hi alguna cosa més que el cel, la compassió i l'amor, però jo he permès que s'esborressin de la memòria i caiguessin en l'oblit.

tilted her head, like a dog hearing a strange sound. "Does pain happen if you don't remember it?" Kat

He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

He had asked me earlier in the summer to marry him, then he promptly forgot about it. He staked me out, marked as his property, said I was the only girl he would ever love, then he neglected me.

He had asked me earlier in the summer to marry him, then he promptly forgot about it. He staked me out, marked as his property, said I was the only girl he would ever love, then he neglected me. I beat him up twice but it did no good, he only grew closer to Jem.