Quotes About Forgotten

If you've ever wondered where the good songs go After they've had their day, You'll be glad to meet a man I know, Wrinkled old and gray. He collects the tunes that time has thrown aside— Puts them under lock and key; For a penny he is glad to set them free.

Man hat mich vergessen. Ich habe in einer dunklen Ecke gestanden und alles gehört. Man konnte nicht wissen, dass ich noch da war, aber man hat mich vergessen. Alle sind fort, und ich gehe alleine nach Hause - es ist nicht weit, aber es ist meine eigene Schuld.

But in vain I set out to visit the city: forced to remain motionless and always the same, in order to be more easily remembered, Zora has languished, disintegrated, disappeared. The earth has forgotten her.

O certo é que os lixeiros são acolhidos como anjos e a sua tarefa de remover os restos da existência do dia anterior é circundada de um respeito silencioso, como um rito que inspira a devoção, ou talvez apenas porque, uma vez que as coisas são jogadas fora, ninguém mais quer pensar nelas.

Memory's images, once they are fixed with words, are erased.

Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.

Il vino è un grande pericolo specie perchè non porta a galla la verità. Tutt'altro che la verità anzi: rivela dell'individuo specialmente la sua attuale volontà; getta capricciosamente alla luce anche tutte le ideuccie con le quali in epoca più o meno recente ci si baloccò e che si sono dimenticate; trascura le cancellature e legge tutto quello ch'è ancora percettibile nel nostro cuore.

The only difference between you and God is that you have forgotten you are divine.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

We live, and then forgetting -- we live yet again. Sometimes, the consequences of the past follow us across many lives.

It's almost easy for me to write about a magnificent tropical village with orchids and dragonflies. That's intoxicating, but the United States is magical, too. We just forget this.

There's only a couple times when fame is ever helpful. Sometimes you can get into a restaurant where the kitchen is just closing. Sometimes you can avoid a traffic violation. But the only time it really matters is in the emergency room with your kids. That's when you want to be noticed, because it's very easy to get forgotten in an ER.

The son of the victim, you know, has been virtually forgotten until recently.

One of the things that I share with Bryan Becket is this hole in my childhood memory. There's about five years of my life that's virtually gone. I've thought about it a lot, and I've come to the conclusion that it might be for my own protection that those memories are gone, and maybe I don't want to dredge up those things.

A lesson learned at the muzzle has the virtue of never being forgotten.

Just because you remember somebody real good doesn't mean they remember you back.

God calls each and every star by name. It's not likely He has forgotten yours.

Has God forgotten all I have done for him?

I'm thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone... But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister.

Once a thing is forgotten, it's forgotten until next time. Then you find to your surprise that a lot of things you thought were essential aren't essential at all. It's very enlightening.

Like a first love, the place where peace is first found is never, ever forgotten.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

What killed people wasn't a bullet, a blade, a fist to the face. What killed people was a feeling. Left too long. Sometimes in the cold, frozen. Sometimes buried and fetid. And sometimes on the shores of a lake, isolated. Left to grow old, and odd.

What could be worse? Dying, and not being missed.