forgotten

It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream__ach time I felt close to remembering where we__ met, the memories slipped away.

Your choices are very essential; without a better choice, you are risking to drive a destination whose name you know, but address you forget!

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 to see them at all, to look at them and see something else-what do they look like to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?

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

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

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

Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.

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.

Let go of all hate, love one another deeply.

These are the few ways we can practice humility:To speak as little as possible of one's self.To mind one's own business.Not to want to manage other people's affairs.To avoid curiosity.To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.To pass over the mistakes of others.To accept insults and injuries.To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.To be kind and gentle even under provocation.Never to stand on one's dignity.To choose always the hardest.

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?

I__ haunted. We all are, I guess. We__e 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 world alongside them _ unable to speak _ our histories written in beach sand.

If you often feel alone, ignored, or forgotten, think about this: closing the door and locking yourself in won't change anything__iterally and figuratively.

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

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.

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.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. And those who come together in the nights and are entwined in rocking delight perform a solemn task and gather sweetness, depth, and strength for the song of some future poet, who will appear in order to say ecstasies that are unsayable.

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