Quotes About Forgotten

Remember the unremembered; love the unloved; salute the unsaluted; hear the unheard; do the things which have not been done!

If you are picking a bunch of mixed flowers, and if you happen to see, over in a corner, a small, sad, neglected-looking pink or paeony that is all by itself and has obviously never had a chance in life, you have not the heart to pass it by, to leave it to mourn alone, while the night comes on. You have to go back and pick it, very carefully, and put it in the centre of the bunch among its fair companions, in the place of honour.

It didn't matter that I felt like a fool 'cause I forgot when she walked through the door.

One day Larisa Fyodorovna left the house and did not come back again. Evidently she was arrested on the street in those days or died or vanished no one knew where, forgotten under some nameless number on subsequently lost lists, in one of the countless general or women's concentration camps in the north.

She lived quite alone and whether the fault was hers or whether the fault was theirs I do not know. And a great deal of time went by and she did not speak to a living soul and a great wind of madness howled through her and overturned all her languages. And she forgot Italian, forgot English, forgot Latin, forgot Basque, forgot Welsh, forgot every thing in the world except Cat – and that, it is said, she spoke marvellously well.

I am an anamnesiologist. I study what has been forgotten.

Lord Byron ! Of course!" cried Dr Greysteel. "I forgot all about him! I must go and warn him to be discreet." "I think it's a little late for that, sir," said Frank.

I am an anamnesiologist. I study what has been forgotten. I divine what has disappeared utterly. I work with absences, with silences, with curious gaps between things.

You make me happy," he said, in the deep firm tone he used when making an unswayable decision. "I'd forgotten what that feels like. Don't devalue what you mean to me.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

But time past is a time forgotten. We expect the rise of a new constellation.

I am the old house With the noxious smell and the sorrow before morning, In which all past is present, all degradation Is unredeemable.

It was only after they had left the bridge and its gaurdian far behind that Theo realized he had left Tansy's telephone-brooch in the pocket of his jacket. He had no plans to go back for it, of course: as far as Theo was concerned, that piece of two-legged ugliness was welcome to blow out Tansy's long-distance bill or download a ton of troll-porn and charge it to the Daisy commune. Betray me, huh? Taste the Revenge of Vilmos!

The ancient paused for a moment, as if his strength were failing. Yet I sensed that there was more to tell. Looking deep into my eyes, he whispered: 'The Gond kingdoms have fallen, their people live dispersed in poverty: the teak trees and the jungles have been cleared... but the importance of the Gonds must not be forgotten!

The tall thief rushed down the stairs and grabbed her, swinging her around as he laughed. And I've been thinkin' you forgot me, he said, placing her on her feet once more. Just look at you! Tan and fit and wearin' the clothes of a Bazhir- Alanna looked up into his friendly hazel eyes and broke into tears.

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring clean... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas he'd mislaid and forgotten... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish?

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

Or maybe, it's just gone. Sometimes things disappear and there's no getting them back. That's just how it is.

Sus conquistas son como un sueño, las olvida al despertar...

Hay que mantener en un obstinado presente, con toda su sangre y su ignominia, algo que ya se está queriendo hacer entrar en el cómodo país del olvido

Let us try to invent new passions or to reproduce the old ones with a like intensity. [ chapter 81 ] I think about forgotten gestures, the multiple signals and words of grandparents, lost little by little, not inherited, fallen one after the other off the tree of time.

Como si un día, de pronto, las gentes hubieran levantado sus cabezas de la tierra, después de tantos siglos, y hubieran descubierto la miseria en que vivían y la posibilidad de remediarla en otra parte. Nadie volvió jamás. Nadie volvió siquiera para llevarse algunas de las cosas que aquí se habían dejado. Y, así, poco a poco, igual que muchos pueblos del contorno, Ainielle fue quedándose vacío, solitario y vacío para siempre.

Había transcurrido tanto tiempo desde entonces, había acumulado tanto olvido en mi mirada que ya apenas podía ver las huellas que, en su rostro, el paso de los años había ido dejando.