Quotes About Forgetting

People have short memories, he said, especially when bad things are concerned. People tend to forget, he said, but you won't forget.

I would like to be forgotten. What's so good about being remembered?

Most parts I've played since 'Naked,' I can barely remember who they were, let alone repeat any lines.

A lot of people forget that Americans are immigrants. People are forgetting that, to where people have this attitude, 'We're Americans, go back to your country. Go back. This is a free country.' I always heard that growing up. I always heard that.

They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets.

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them.

Tutto finisce, tutto passa, l'acqua scorre e il cuore dimentica.

A new generation forgets the specters that may have tormented the old… And yet, always, to all eternity, it is the same specter assailing the same man century after century.

For me, I'm just too bad at remembering the details of lengths of parts of songs, so if we had backing tracks, it would be a recipe for disaster.

What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.

Some directors cast you because they trust you to do the performance - but then they forget to direct you.

You must try to forget all you have learned,' said the old man. 'You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.

I mention her name and the old pain returns. Forget her, you say? How can you forget a living human being?

Forgetting," I said, "is probably as much a part of life as remembering. We're all amnesiacs.

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

Ever since the gods created the world, mortals have been forgetting from where their blessings come.

Why is it that we always remember that people forget; but we always forget that they remember? I used to remember...but I forgot!

I don't lose time playing verbal games, trying to remember what I forgot. "I don't remember your name," says one octogenarian to another. "Tell me what it is." The second one pauses: "How soon do you have to know?" he asks.

Our struggle is also a struggle of memory against forgetting.

Poems of lamentation allow the melancholic loss that never truly disappears to be given voice. Like a slow solemn musical refrain played again and again, they call us to remember and mourn, to know again that as we work for change our struggle is also a struggle of memory against forgetting.

It is in the moments when the mind is most active and the fewest things are forgotten that the most intense joys are experienced.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God who is our home.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God who is our home. In

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God who is our home.