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“I do not know your names. I do not know if you have parents, sisters, lovers, children. I do not know who you could have become; neither do you. You pass on, lost forever. But I will not forget you. No one will forget you.”
― Forgotten Things Remembered
― Forgotten Things Remembered
“They promise life, but we are dead. They promise liberty, but where is our freedom? They promise happiness, but this trail we walk will always be one of tears. Falling, like rain; steady, streaming, falling on this tormented ground, and falling on our hearts, which lie broken beneath our marching feet.”
― Forgotten Things Remembered
― Forgotten Things Remembered
“Extraordinary things happen in the blink of an eye - birth, death, and everything in between passes by, leaving traces like shadows upon the soul. The unexpected can be fantastic or terrifying, and we could never have suspected the utter horror that unfolded before our eyes; there was no such laughter tonight. The stoic figure in the theater box above us cast a warm and just glow on all beneath. He was the peacemaker, the quiet hero, the reuniter of lost brothers and healer of broken homes, but never a reveler. Our collective awe was unmistakable, but he would not keep it for himself.”
― Forgotten Things Remembered
― Forgotten Things Remembered
“The deepest desire of my heart has always been to tell stories, rich and abundant with life and love and loss. I have always possessed a deep and imperishable longing to create within myself a type of character and standing that cannot be long forgotten; to be more than the expected and predictable; to become one of the truly remarkable beings that capture the essence of humanity.”
― Forgotten Things Remembered
― Forgotten Things Remembered
“There is so much left to do, and so little time, so little time. The world could be so bright, so full of hope, and life, and laughter. But now, everything is drifting away, fading slowly, softly, into black.”
― Forgotten Things Remembered
― Forgotten Things Remembered


