Quotes about Forgotten
Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes, and in this sometimes he is fortunate; but eventually they are quite clear, and by these and the degree of alchemy that he possesses, he will endure or be forgotten.
- Ernest Hemingway
I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.
- Maya Angelou
Instead, we feel like ashes, leftovers from a bygone fire, blown aimlessly by the wind. We feel like we're not even important enough to be forgotten, because we were never known in the first place.
- Beth Moore
He was like one people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn't value Him. Isaiah 53:3
- Beth Moore
But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't workâand in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Out of sight, out of mind. The absent are always in the wrong.
- Thomas a Kempis
There are many men who are forgotten, who are despised, and who are trampled on by their fellows, but there never was a man who was so despised as the everlasting God has been!
- Charles Spurgeon
These unhappy times call for the building of plans that build from the bottom up and not from the top down, that put their faith once more in the forgotten man at the bottom of the economic pyramid.
- Franklin D. Roosevelt
All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
- Elias Canetti
There are dozens of references to God in the Scriptures for every one to the figure of Satan. This reflects a sometimes forgotten theological truth that the devil is by no means God's counterpart. He is a creature, not the Creator.
- John Ortberg
I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.
- Margaret Atwood
Have they forgotten that I'm in here? They'll have to bring more food, or at least more water, or else I will starve, I will shrivel, my skin will dry out, all yellow like old linen; I will turn into a skeleton, I will be found months, years, centuries from now on, and they will say Who is this, she must have slipped our mind, Well sweep all those bones and rubbish into the corner, but save the buttons, no sense in having them go to waste, there's no help for it now.
- Margaret Atwood