David Levithan Quotes

There's a lot of days where you feel forgotten.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

We could hang around for ten years and nobody would care enough to identify us. Therein lies the horror.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

I've decided that the worst part of loneliness isn't being alone. It's being forgotten.

Quit the world, and the world forgets you.

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains

History is only a catalogue of the forgotten.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

There is something sad about clothes laid in a tomb of trunks.

I used to be a dusty little child.

With her high pale brow under her faded brown hair, she was like a rock washed clean by years of her husband's absences at conventions, dinners, committee meetings or simply at the office.

Maybe some day they'll find me behind the computer, just bones and cobwebs.

I feel like, the more you hang around, the more you're forgotten. It doesn't matter how good you are.

What I try to do is write about forgotten people, and, in a certain sense, we're all forgotten.

I go home, and there's dust on everything because I'm never there.

We're a sport that was in obscurity for so long, we started to get used to that.

I'd think the house was the source of great sadness or pressure. I knew it wasn't. I knew it was just where I lived. But I'd walk up the stairs and the second floor was just desolate. My old bedroom: empty. My old rehearsal room: empty. First floor studio: messy and empty. Middle room: broken gear everywhere.

I had a slow couple of years and people forgot about me.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.