Tony Hancock Quotes

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

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go unmarked: the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves.

Well, right now I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like...I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading. [...] An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll pick it up and start reading.

It's a sad world we live in when a human being leaves so little of a mark that no one even realizes it when he's gone

Maybe when I'm dead, I'll be forgiven, but I'm afraid I'll also be forgotten.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

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.

The common denominator of all my friends is that they're dead.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Just to be remembered is good enough for me. Lots of people are forgotten.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

I think that's what we're all most terrified about: that we'll just die and disappear and we'll leave no trace.

An intimate core of my being recognizes that there is nothing in me that can go on: there is no spark; there is no infestation of vaporous miasma that has the capacity to continue, and there is nothing in me that wishes to continue. This moment is, for me, all that there is, and I'm willing to accept it. I'm a worm; I have no soul.

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

I could still be forgotten when I'm dead. I don't really care what happens when I'm dead.

Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.