Bill Dana Quotes

People will forget me pretty quick.

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

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.

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

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.

Since it is not granted to us to live long, let us transmit to posterity some memorial that we have at least lived.

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

I always felt that one needs to be remembered long after one has gone.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper, could physically survive?

I don't expect to live forever, nor do I repine over that, but I am weak enough to want to be remembered forever. - Yet how few of those who have lived, even of those who have accomplished far more than I have, linger on in world memory for even a single century after death

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.

I'd like to end up sort of unforgettable.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

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

One comes, and one goes. Basically, what you leave behind is the record.

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

You die, but most of what you have accumulated will not be lost; you are leaving a message in a bottle.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

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