Forgotten Quotes
Every time the long-forgotten people of the past are remembered, they are born again!
It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.
Past is always afraid of being forgotten because being forgotten means being never-existed in a way!
For years I've been searching for a homeland, finally I found it in you..
If you believe our cause so hopeless, why join us?""Because you offered something I had forgotten could be offered, a choice. And I choose to die free.
The only walls that exist are those you have placed in your mind. And whatever obstacles you conceive, exist only because you have forgotten what you have already achieved.
A lot we have in our head, But things of heart are not yet dead, They have done none, but just fled, Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled..
Soiled, forgotten coats of arms were carved above their massive doorways, and these unsettled Ted: such universal, defining symbols made meaningless by nothing more than time.
Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...
Today I bumped into you again. You seemed like that flower long forgotten in the old diary.
My dreams become reality.Your dreams become forgotten.I guess that's why we're different, I don't fit into the crowd.Whereas you're part of the flock.
This morning do something different: When you wake up in the morning, wake your forgotten and forsaken dreams up as well, wake them up like an insisting rooster!
A heroic act is not always followed by glory and parades and forever freedom, ” she said. “It’s often small, disregarded, or forgotten. But it matters.
There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.
Be bold in life. Seize the moment. There is no surrender, no retreat. There is only conquer or be conquered, victory or defeat. Anything less is to be forgotten to history.
The day history will die and lose its essence with time, memories will not only die, but they shall also surely be forgotten with time!
Sitting on my bed with all these things I used to love but not loving them anymore, I just wanted to set them on fire. That's when I knew I was never going to be all right again.
Some of us will be long forgotten before we are even dead. Most will never be remembered at all, not even by family.
In fairy tales the evil characters disappear or die, in reality, evil spreads while you wait for your hero on a horse, only to realise the sword to save yourself was always in your hand...
Some people are lucky to find love, others must settle with being liked...
Courage is feeling justly afraid and yet still doing what is right.
I thought I would die without you, in reality I was reborn...
Even the Sun gets tired of rising, but he does it out of love for the Earth...
Live for what you love, and die for what you're unwilling to live without...
We search for happiness across every landscape, if only we knew that the seed in which it first grows, is planted within ourselves...
For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.
I fell in love with you like the stars fell in love with the sky, without you I am empty and bare.
I'd forgotten about it, and now I forgot it again. There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.
The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.
If you often feel alone, ignored, or forgotten, think about this: closing the door and locking yourself in won't change anything—literally and figuratively.
Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?
Reaching out and value other lives is the only way to be trusted and never forgotten.
Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.
He was that driven, that smart. But he could not sit still within himself.
And-he was ashamed to admit--he had been known to carry off the occasional roll of duct tape. That stuff could be used for everything.
His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.
A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.
He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.
His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
