#forgotten

I am a quick study - I can memorize a script in an hour - but I can't remember a name three seconds. I've even forgotten my wife's name on occasion. ↗

— Don Adams

#even #forgotten #hour #i #i am

One good reason for writing novels based on your life is that you have something to read in old age when you've forgotten what happened. ↗

— Nina Bawden

#based #forgotten #good #good reason #happened

The forgotten world is made up primarily of the developing nations, where most of the people, comprising more than fifty percent of the total world population, live in poverty, with hunger as a constant companion and fear of famine a continual menace. ↗

— Norman Borlaug

#constant #continual #developing #famine #fear

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten. ↗

— Andre Breton

#doomed #exploring #forgotten #fraction #i

Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things. ↗

— Big Bill Broonzy

#cry #fact #fellow #forgotten #get

That the poor are invisible is one of the most important things about them. They are not simply neglected and forgotten as in the old rhetoric of reform; what is much worse, they are not seen. ↗

— Michael Harrington

#forgotten #important #important things #invisible #most

There are no black conservatives. Oh, there are neoconservatives with black skin, but they lack any claim to blackness other than the biological. They have forgotten their roots. ↗

— Stephen Carter

#biological #black #blackness #claim #conservatives

Friendships are forgotten when the game begins. ↗

— Alvin Dark

#forgotten #friendships #game

She turned suddenly, and before I could react, framed my face with her hands and pressed her lips to mine. I froze, mostly in shock, but after a moment my body uncoiled and I closed my eyes, relaxing into her. I remembered this; the feel of her lips on mine, cool and soft, the touch of her fingers on my skin. I remembered her scent, those long nights when we would lie under the cold, frozen stars, dreaming in each other’s arms. For a second, my body reacted instinctively. I started to pull us closer, to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with equal passion…but, then I stopped. I remembered this perfectly; every shining moment with Ariella was forever etched into my mind. What we’d had, what we’d shared, everything. I’d built a shrine to her in my memories, carefully tended with grief and anger and regret. I knew every inch of our relationship, the passion, the feeling of emptiness when we weren’t together, the longing and, yes, the love. I had been in love with Ariella. I remembered what she’d meant to me once, what I’d felt for her then… …and what I didn’t feel for her now. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#ash #forgotten-feelings #kiss #love #anger

The Obamas, especially Michelle, have radiated the sense that Americans do not appreciate what they sacrifice by living in a gilded cage. They've forgotten Rule No. 1 of politics: No one sheds tears for anyone lucky enough to live at the White House. ↗

— Maureen Dowd

#appreciate #cage #enough #especially #forgotten