Quotes About Forgotten

Fallen. Who tracks our footsteps, I wonder? We who are the forgotten, the discounted and the ignored. When the path is failure, it is never willingly taken. The fallen. Why does my heart weep for them? Not them but us, for most assuredly I am counted among them. Slaves, serfs, nameless peasants and labourers, the blurred faces in the crowd—just a smear on memory, a scuffing of feet down the side passages of history

Memories and revelations settle in like poisons, never to be expunged.

Nor would he recognize hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

And now the page before us blurs. An age is done. The book must close. We are abandoned to history. Raise high one more time the tattered standard Of the Fallen. See through the drifting smoke To the dark stains upon the fabric. This is the blood of our lives, this is the Payment of our deeds, all soon to be Forgotten. We were never what people could be. We were only what we were. Remember us.

Marcus de Obregón is appealing and, yes, instructive, but is not entirely successful because the author often forgot he was writing a novel, not his memoirs.

forgotten how

To be lost and forgotten-to be abandoned-is a shared and terrible fear, just as our fondest hope, as we grow older, is that we might leave some parts of us behind in the hearts of those we love and in that way live on.

He had looked as beautiful as she remembered him, yet he had all but forgotten her.

A perfect image of Daniel filled the entire of the crystal, his face composed and tranquil, his delicate lips drawn in a wise smile. The image was so lovely it punched shards of pain through Shemyaza's heart. He wanted to look away, but could not. How could he have forgotten this?

A tainted fruit; he should be allowed to rot in peace.

I am known by many names, some of them forgotten now.

I am always waiting for something, he thought, kept on hold; but for what? What is it that I have forgotten?

From the moment I saw them, I'd felt a deep sense of recognition, some tugging within me as if I'd met them before yet forgotten when and how. I was filled with an excitement that eclipsed even the feelings I'd had after meeting Hadith Sarim.

The war was fun for America. I'm not talking about the poor souls who lost sons and daughters. But for the rest of us, the war was a hell of a good time. Farmers in South Dakota that I administered relief to and gave 'em bully beef and four dollars a week to feed their families, when I came home were worth a quarter-million dollars, right? It's forgotten now.

trawl through the history of cancer research draws one up sharp: almost everything we know today about cancer – as a disease of the cells and of the genes – was suggested by someone way back before scientists had any way of testing their ideas, and who is often forgotten by those who later reveal them as facts when the world is more ready to listen.

As for unmarried women, I have no idea where they are buried. For a very long time, in Korea, no one talked about them.)

Most white Minnesotans have forgotten that they were strangers here once. Or that they are not native to this land.

How do you think humans got so cruel?" I asked Makili. He gazed at the ocean, then back at Turner and me. "We forgot," he said, letting the words linger. "We forgot our responsibility. And we forgot that we are as equal as any living thing within the chain. There's no hierarchy in this. Nah. We are part of the same family: living things. All the rest of it is just totally fucking bullshit.

The people of Somalia just do not have a voice. They are to me the most forgotten people in the world.

Holes in the memory. You grab on to some things, others have completely disappeared.

Today I bumped into you again. You seemed like that flower long forgotten in the old diary.

There is no point reminding you the memories you don't remember.

We put our lives on hold for people who so easily forget about us.

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.