#forgotten

And suddenly, like light in darkness, the real truth broke in upon me; the simple fact of Man, which I had forgotten, which had lain deep buried and out of sight; the idea of community, of unity. ↗

— Ernst Toller

#buried #community #darkness #deep #fact

Everything that I had done creatively related to two or three incidents that happened to me when I was a child that I'd forgotten. Everything, absolutely everything. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#child #creatively #done #everything #forgotten

He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "when!" ↗

— P. G. Wodehouse

#chap #clothes #forgotten #had #his

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when." ↗

— P. G. Wodehouse

#clothes #forgotten #had #her #into

Forgotten was presented to me by the drama department at LWT as a concept and I found it immediately intriguing and very powerful. I was completely led by the power of the piece and its dramatic potential. ↗

— Amanda Burton

#concept #department #drama #dramatic #forgotten

Audiences aren't going to get rid of me. One thing I can say, with absolute certainty, is that my shows will still be performed when I'm dead, buried and forgotten. They're going to absolutely outlive me, which is a wonderful thing to think about. ↗

— Cameron Mackintosh

#absolute #absolutely #audiences #buried #certainty

Theater people are always pining and agonizing because they're afraid that they'll be forgotten. And in America they're quite right. They will be. ↗

— Agnes de Mille

#agonizing #always #america #because #forgotten

We need to remind our core supporters that we have not forgotten their concern with the way our democracy is being replaced by European bureaucracy in so many areas. ↗

— John Redwood

#being #bureaucracy #concern #core #democracy

An emotional man may possess no humor, but a humorous man usually has deep pockets of emotion, sometimes tucked away or forgotten. ↗

— Constance Rourke

#deep #emotion #emotional #forgotten #humor

When I made my way across childhood to the tinny AM radio, it was dark. Lights out. I listened intently. More intently than I ever had before. Something was speaking to my unformed-ness like a long lost friend. Something that I had never met but forgotten nonetheless. I was 'realizing' that music was 'different' from other things in life. ↗

— Jane Siberry

#am #before #childhood #dark #different