Elie Wiesel Quotes

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

Never leave a pen around me - it will be gone.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

By far the most dangerous foe we have to fight is apathy-indifference from whatever cause, not from a lack of knowledge, but from carelessness, from absorption in other pursuits, from a contempt bred of self satisfaction.

Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

The greatest sin is carelessness.

Do we soon forget the things we cannot see?

All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?

For every hand extended another lies in wait. Keep your eye on that one girl...anticipate.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

Of what significance are the things you can forget.

you have not been / paying attention

Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

It's when you don't need something that you tend to lose it.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

If a rabbit gave advice and the advice wasn't accepted, he immediately forgot it, and so did everyone else.

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.

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.