Quotes About Overlooked

Tired of being stepped on, tired of being unappreciated and so f*cking tired of being disrespected by everyone.

The fear of being forgotten or ignored is Athazagoraphobia. Sadly, everyone has at one time or another been through this.

Call me the girl that no one ever noticed. Call me the girl who no one ever cared about. Call me the girl that you can pass in the hall and not give a damn. Call me the Forgotten.

Being ignored can really get under someone's skin.

Deff enjoy being ignored. Not like I look stupid or anything...

I don't like being ignored and I don't like being forgotten. Especially by you.

I dont like being ignored and forgotten. Especially by you.

I hate being ignored.

Sometimes I just feel that I was not more than a napkin that was used by others.

The average good guy is being overlooked and the average good girl is being taken for granted.

The solution was stupidly simple, which is why no one bothered with it.

she was also an extremely poor one, and, as he himself had lost his fortune, they went scarcely anywhere, and were the sort of people who were apt to be overlooked except on great occasions, when they had the good fortune to bury or marry a relative.

Condiments are like old friends - highly thought of, but often taken for granted.

To the people I forgot, you weren't on my mind for some reason and you probably don't deserve any thanks anyway.

Secondly, what is overlooked by the rhetoric of "mostly blacks and Hispanics" are those prisoners who are Arab-American, A/AAPI, or American Indian. Even

Real history is the commonplace, unrecorded.

Among all the things we fancy we have inherited from ancient Rome, from drains to place names, or the offices of the Catholic Church, the calendar is probably the most important and the most often overlooked.

We are…the painters of unseen images. The singers of unheard songs. The caretakers of what has been lost. We are that which you choose to ignore.

I'd like to think I'm Elizabeth, but deep down I think I'm the one whose name no one can remember. Not Lydia the slut or Mary the nerd or Jane the beauty or Elizabeth the opinionated. I'm the second-youngest. The forgotten one. - Francesca Spinelli

Meu Deus, como somos injustos com o nosso corpo. De quem nos esquecemos mais? é dos pés, coitados, que rastejam para nos suportar. São eles que carregam tristeza e felicidade. Mas como estão longe dos olhos, deixamos os pés sozinhos, como se não fossem nossos. "Só por estarmos por cima calcamos os nossos pés. Assim começa a injustiça neste mundo.

I have to admit I was annoyed. Not physically annoyed, but inside annoyed. That helpless feeling you have when you know you should not be angry because you have to consider how other people are feeling or accept them for what they are, and that it is not your place to say anything. But annoyed because you have not been considered in the whole picture, you are there and that is that. Apologies begin to mean nothing at that point and frustration takes over.

We cannot help but be interested in the stories of people that history pushes aside so thoughtlessly.

History has failed almost everybody who is ordinary.

She wasn't hideous or shameful to look at, but she had prematurely reached the stage in a woman's life when no one noticed her entering or leaving a room.