Quotes About Forgotten

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly

the history is there, but it's not visible.

There are worse fates than being forgotten.

When the week was over, we went to Paris. There are any number of stores there that time seems to have forgotten. At one of them I bought five rubber noses. That's one for every serial killer I read about while I was in France.

Mädchen Two never accompanied us to the beach and rarely posed in any of the family photographs. Once her puppyhood was spent, we lost all interest. "We ought to get a dog," we'd sometimes say, completely forgetting that we already had one.

I stopped in St. Bernadette's Cemetery one of my favorite places... The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here.

We've already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we've forgotten it.

The illumination that came from the ceiling made everything gloomy and gave me the feeling of having been forgotten by the world.

But equally you can't fight for a freedom you've forgotten how to identify.

If our elected representatives have contempt for us, if the forces of so-called law and order likewise hold us in contempt, it's because they think we have no recourse, and no power, except for the one force they have long assumed too splintered, too divided and too forgotten to be of any use: the power of the people. 

Kossula was no longer on the porch with me. He was squatting about that fire in Dahomey. His face was twitching in abysmal pain. It was a horror mask. He had forgotten that I was there. He was thinking aloud and gazing into the dead faces in the smoke. His agony was so acute that he became inarticulate. He never noticed my preparation to leave him. So I slipped away as quietly as possible and left him with his smoke pictures.

If God don't think no mo' 'bout 'em then Ah do, they's a lost ball in de high grass.

Whole nations are transported, exterminated, their name to be forgotten, except in the annual festival of their conquerors, when sycophants call the names of the vanquished countries to the remembrance of the victors.

El secreto de las grandes fortunas sin causa aparente es un crimen olvidado, porque se ha cometido de una manera limpia. –Silencio,

Hope is a place best not forgotten

Hope is a place best not forgotten' - Iain Cameron Williams

You've heard the talk; that he's a wastrel, a playboy. But he is kind and he is brave. Much braver and kinder than me. He took the Moonrun. I never did that. He saved Kojo Asamoah's life. He went back, in vacuum, to save him. Everyone forgets that about him. The Asamoahs didn't.

On each twinkling scrap of paper Courtney Hall had drawn what she had glimpsed in that instant of the things that lay beyond the wall, the things the Compassionate Society had pushed away and abandoned and forgotten, the old things, the things of wonder and terror and joy and pain.

It was decided to leave her where she lay. She lies there

An emotional man may possess no humor, but a humorous man usually has deep pockets of emotion, sometimes tucked away or forgotten.

Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.

This dread is lousy. When it hits, it's like someone has turned the dial that controls gravity. Everything sinks hard and cold and fast/ It winds you. It's that same feeling, that same sad panic you confront when you can't sleep, when your mind wanders and you remind yourself, for no reason at all, that you're going to die one day. That you will end, you will be buried and forgotten. And everything and everyone you know and remember and love will be void.

Farewell Piorewiczowna, unasked for shadow I don't even remember your first name.

All the emotions she had bottled up in the last year came spilling out in that kiss. She had forgotten how it felt to be held and wanted. It was as if someone had opened her heart and let out some of the pain.