Quotes About Forgotten

He understood why she kept him away, why they had connected so strongly, why he couldn't forget her. None of this made sense in traditional terms. This wasn't something he could share with anyone. This was his truth. This was something he knew inherently to be true. He understood this in his soul.

It's as if a psychological norm is being established whereby comments left online are part of a video game and not real life. It's as if we've all forgotten that there's a real person on the other end, reading and being hurt by our vitriol.

Dane picked up on the second ring. "How's Operation Baby Rescue going?" "I've rescued the baby. Now I'd like someone to rescue me." "Miss Independent never needs to be rescued." I felt the hint of a genuine smile appear on my face, like a crack in the winter ice. "Oh, right. I forgot.

First," he said, "let me remind everyone that in my youth, I was by no means the angel I am now." Lillian's mouth twisted. "Believe me, Kingston... no one's forgotten.

She couldn't imagine how she could have forgotten a man this attractive. His features were strong and decisively formed, too masculine to be called beautiful, too striking to be ordinary. And his eyes were the rich sky-blue of morning glories, even more intense against the sun-glazed color of his skin. There was something extraordinary about him, a kind of barely leashed vitality that nearly caused her to take a step backward, the force of it was so strong.

For the hundreds who vanished and for the thousands who didn't. May your stories not be forgotten. For those who help today's orphans find forever homes. May you always know the value of your work and your love.

An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.

The iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain.

The best way to be resurrected is to be forgotten.

It is brilliant, and I would swoon if I knew how. Perhaps I learnt the art but it was long ago, and I've forgotten, It is merely one of a number of feminine skills I lack.

She is the keeper of all these names and numbers now, numbers she once knew by heart, numbers and addresses her children no longer remember.

The Black Hole?" Grey asked, incredulously. "Nobody quotes The Black Hole, Dresden. Nobody even remembers that one." "Hogwash. Ernest Borgnine, Anthony Perkins, and Roddy McDowall all in the same movie? Immortality.

She held up her hand, palm up—another one of those gestures, their meanings forgotten by everyone except for long-term wackjobs like Dresden.

Leis go brown, tectonic plates shift, deep currents move, islands vanish, rooms get forgotten.

They mentioned everything but one thing: that she had left the point in a bedroom in Encino.

How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by almost everyone.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

The pain is real and the scars are true. But you left me broken so now I'm dead to you.

Unaffected by your presence, forgetting your past glory. Forgetting the memories.

I may have forgotten your birthday, but at least I remember that I forgot your birthday.

Restoring an old forgotten friendship is like making a new friend.

I hate to be a second option, you look for me only when you're bored. I hate being a spare tire, you look for me when your friends ditch you.

The joys of life are found in the memories we have forgotten.