Some of us will be long forgotten before we are even dead. Most will never be remembered at all, not even by family.

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone’s spam filter is just annoying.

It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.

We have forgotten that curing cancer starts with preventing cancer in the first place.

Don’t ask me about my career – I’ve forgotten most of it.

Friendships are forgotten when the game begins.

I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all.

After getting dressed at warp speed, I actually managed to drive all the way to high school before I realized I’d forgotten my morning coffee. Mystery, intrigue, and naked dreams aside, that didn’t bode well...

I had forgotten that, and so many things. How could I put everything down on paper? It seemed impossible. No matter what, the majority of life would be left out of this story, this sliver...

Whoever wrote”I’d rather have loved and lost than never have loved at all”Should be shot in the face.Funny thing is,I’d rather take their place

I’d forgotten it’s an important thing to give thought to your morality and how you intend to live your life.

I hate her.” Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. “Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That’s a different sorrow.

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..

She wanted to be remembered for doing something great. And her greatest fear was of being completely forgotten.

I loved her like silence looks black when you try to touch it. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like or what her voice sounded like or anything she’s ever said or...

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn’t think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory – recalled only on the...

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

To forget would mean the things we never knewhad never waited to be known, never waitedto be forgotten, had never been; waitingbeneath the long dead starsin time. . .

That thing, that tiny part of The Land of Elyon, is gone but not entirely forgotten. Elyon had his reason for sending you and me on this journey. Sometimes we see something as plain as...

Painful experiences are like scars in our minds. Some have healed and been forgotten. Others are there as a reminder of what we have been through…

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever talks about how much effort we...

Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn’t like America where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we...

In a real love, mistakes are not consider because they are forgiven and forgotten.

Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore.

The crisis of the 1930s and the populist reactions of that time must not be forgotten.

Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten.

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can have a word with him?

But that was New Orleans for you. The old didn’t die here. They were just forgotten.

Everyday 25,000 people die from poverty and hunger. And we have forgotten that they are also human.

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

Madoka: Won’t anyone notice that Mami-san is dead?Homura: Mami Tomoe’s only relatives are distant relations. It will be quite some time before anyone files a missing persons report. When one dies on that side of...

I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not...

Justice DeniedThousands of women, probably moreI cannot reach them behind justice doorsMany stay silent, barred just like me.Haunted by demons, faces unseen.Still by the hundreds, they continue to serveDuty and country, active and reserve.Thankless, forgotten...

For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.

If you are able to forget yourself, you will know you would not be forgotten!

People think they know you. They know the things about you that you have forgotten.

I’m haunted. We all are, I guess. We’re parentless, friendless, unloved, abandoned. The spirits of our deceased emotional anchors and proofs of existence will follow and demean us until we too roam a quiet lifeless...

To be forgotten by the one to whom you never forget is the worst thing ever happens.

…in addition to feeling sick and tired and feverish and nauseated, I also felt forgotten. And there was no easy cure for that.

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

I want to be an actor – I don’t want to be a celebrity. They are two different things, and people have forgotten that they are different.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she’d forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Secrets are never so dangerous as when they’ve been forgotten.

The only true dead are those who have been forgotten.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

There now remain only a few books, which they call books of the lesser prophets; and as I have already shown that the greater are impostors, it would be cowardice to disturb the repose of...

Once I embraced the dreams that once inspired. Now I’ve found that there is too much I didn’t recognize as a gift. I may be too late to see, cherish, and endure. I may never...

There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it… this place, she decided, was called Smog City.

It’s not a crime to wish for other worlds. You’ll get taxed for it but they can’t throw you in jail for creating your own private world…yet. Dramatics are fun, an indulgence. ‘You can’t go...

Let go of all hate, love one another deeply.