Forgotten Past Quotes

I do not remember the '70s, for who-knows-what-all reasons.

Continents of memory had been lost.

I was two when we left Indiana, and I don't really remember it that well.

When it comes to certain portions of our history, we've just forgotten it all.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

Jane Francklyne, born in 1565, had lived for less than a month. She left very little behind. She was buried in the Ecton churchyard, but her father would hardly have paid a carver to engrave so small a stone. If not for the parish register, there would be no record that this Jane Francklyne had ever lived at all. History is what is written and can be found; what isn't saved is lost, sunken and rotted, eaten by the earth.

Time past, even God is deprived of the power of recalling.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

Actually I think I have forgotten how it was back then. Or probably not - I didn't qualify. There were only 16 cars in the race.

Here is a shared memory that we didn't share, forgot to share, for almost ninety years.

The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to cherish. Any lasting grief is reproof to their neglect.

Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?

where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

When you begin to think about the past, you realize how much of it is lost to us.

I appeared on a show with Jonathan Harris on it-the Bill Dana show-even before Lost In Space. Someone gave me a tape of it in the past year, but in all these years we hadn't remembered.

A lot of my past is gone from my mind.

Some days, I would find what seemed like entire family trees, torn from once-treasured albums and dumped in disorganized bins, selling 10 for a dollar. I wondered how people could give up pictures of their great-grandparents for complete strangers to paw through - or why complete strangers would want them.

It's been 25 years now, and truthfully, time sometimes blurs the memory.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

I have been commissioned to write an autobiography and I would be grateful to any of your readers who could tell me what I was doing between 1960 and 1974.