“And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when ...” — Max Muller Quote

“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.”

“Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.”

“Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.”

“An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.”

“I've been with my husband and friends for so long, I've forgotten what is unappealing to new people.”

“One of the most obvious facts about grown-ups, to a child, is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.”