Quotes About Forgotten

Il passato era solo un ricordo, un vecchio promemoria di ciò che era andato perduto. Il futuro una vaga promessa-sogni e spire di fumo. Non gli interessavano.

Forgotten memories surfaced like the ghosts of the dead (...)

One of the things forgotten about the human spirit is that while it is, in the right conditions, noble and brave and wonderful, it is also, when you get right down to it, only human.

It's strange how deserts turn us into believers. I believe in walking in a landscape of mirages, because you learn humility. I believe in living in a land of little water because life is drawn together. And I believe in the gathering of bones as a testament to spirits that have moved on. If the desert is holy, it is because it is a forgotten place that allows us to remember the sacred. Perhaps that is why every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self.

what she did believe in was the power of remembrance. Only the forgotten are truly dead.

I told you I wouldn't forget you...and as I'm sure you remember, the black rose is you.

Are you ready to be rejoined for all time with your fellow gods? Oh yes, she explained, For not only was he a god, but so were all mortals gods in disguise, divorced from their divine lineage, their true identities, shrouded from their earthly selves. That is what she now revealed to him; He had been one of the rare humans who had not forgotten the connection with his divine self, and had lived like a god his mortal life.

I just wished she'd stop forgetting me. Like she didn't want to remember me. Or maybe she wished she'd never had me.

In his pocket, his silenced phone vibrated like a forgotten pleasure device.

It is my conviction that when events are forgotten, buried in the cellar of the page, they are no longer even history.

You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.

He had an appreciation for things other people had forgotten.

Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.

They were appliances left unplugged.

But these things are past and gone.

The little town that time forgot, that the decades cannot improve.

past the back of a bunch of stores and an old bar that looked like no one who went in there went in happy.

Once, when nothing was but night, they gathered, in a time forgotten— all the gods of greatest might— to plan the dawn of day and light. Here … at Teotihuácan.

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. —Albert Einstein

When I was 5, he said, my family forgot & left me at the fair. I wandered around in the bright sounds & smells of hot sawdust & cotton candy for hours. It was already too late by the time my parents found me. I haven't been fit for decent society since.

He has a hole where his heart used to be because it fell out when he was running from scary things one night in a dream & it hurts all the time now & he doesn't know how to fix it & sometimes I think he doesn't even remember that it's gone.

Enoch's party left their boats at the river's end. They had all forgotten the miracle of the changed river course within hours of steering upstream. After a few days, they had begun wondering if their memories had failed them and the river had always flowed north. But as soon as they ran their boats aground, the current suddenly turned back south. Enoch fell to the ground weeping in repentance.

He was like a fireman of intellectual life, rescuing frail forgotten thinkers from the burning building of time.

But there are other stories waiting to be told, and they will be lost one day, too. Whatever the case, it's all beneath your feet, right now.