Quotes About Forgetting

There is no need of my either forgetting or remembering it, said Rosemary, a little wearily. YOU forget that I'm an old maid, Ellen. It is only your sisterly delusion that I am still young and blooming and dangerous. Mr. Meredith merely wants to be a friend—if he wants that much itself. He'll forget us both long before he gets back to the manse.

This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again.

The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away.

The difference between forgetting something and not remembering it is big enough to drive an eighteen-wheeler through.

It is sure the hardest science to forget!

We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.

Consuming life cannot be other than a life of rapid learning, but it also needs to be a life of swift forgetting.

Lo que se enfatiza en todo momento es el olvidar, el borrar, el dejar y el reemplazar.

Once upon a time, when I was young, his forgetting might have rendered my memory meaningless. I no longer require so much from life.

the first step in liquidating a people . . . is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was.

These days, though, he'd lowered his sights and if he thought about what might be after death at all it was in terms of how he'd be remembered, or else how he'd be forgotten.

I know when dark-haired evening put on her bright silk at sunset, and, folding the sea sidled under the sheet with her starry laugh, that there'd be no rest, there'd be no forgetting. Is like telling mourners round the graveside about resurrection, they want the dead back.

In un momento Sono sfiorite le rose I petali caduti Perché io non potevo dimenticare le rose Le cercavamo insieme Abbiamo trovato delle rose Erano le sue rose erano le mie rose Questo viaggio chiamavamo amore Col nostro sangue e colle nostre lagrime facevamo le rose Che brillavano un momento al sole del mattino Le abbiamo sfiorite sotto il sole tra i rovi Le rose che non erano le nostre rose Le mie rose le sue rose P. S. E così dimenticammo le rose.

Growing old is just a matter of throwing life away back; so you finally forgive even those that you have not begun to forget. It is that indifference which gives you your courage, which to tell the truth is no courage at all.

Do you know about Irish Alzheimer's?" Malone asks. "No." "You forget everything but the grudges

When we as a nation, strive in vain to preserve the beauty of our national life, forgetting our biblical roots, we are doomed.

The more a man can forget, the greater the number of metamorphoses which his life can undergo; the more he can remember, the more divine his life becomes.

One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are

Our drive to keep and preserve seems to have achieved only the obliteration of self and memory.

Maybe I wasn't worth remembering.

I say it like I don't remember her name, even though I do, I mean, I just heard him say it not two minutes ago.

I keep forgetting to get glasses. It makes my husband crazy. I ask my most stylish friend to come with me to pick them out. The salesman wants me to buy bright blue ones. Fashion forward, he calls them. My friend laughs. "I don't think they go with the way you dress." How do I dress? I wonder. Like a bus driver is the answer.... I get glasses that are a little bit fashion backward.

But it was time to stop forgetting the world–and time to start changing it.

I don't understand German myself. I learned it at school, but forgot every word of it two years after I had left, and have felt much better ever since.