Quotes About Forgetting

Every day we forget stories. I saw a funny video about a cat on the Internet this morning, but when I tried to tell a friend about it, I suddenly had no idea how it ended.

The sadness inherent in any memory comes from the fact that its object is forgetting.

A memory is a luminous miniature, like the hologram of the princess, in that movie, that the faithful robot carried in his circuits from galaxy to galaxy. The sadness inherent in any memory comes from the fact that its object is forgetting. All movement, the great horizon, the journey, is a spasm of forgetting, which bends in the bubble of memory. Memory is always portable, it is always in the hands of a wandering automaton.

Pero no, no viene. Supongo que es porque estoy tratando de recordar, y la clave está en no tratar, olvidarse. Olvidarse para recordar. Tendré que esperar un rato, pensando en otra cosa, y entonces sí volverá, claro y entero, acompañado de una sonrisa, o una risita secreta, disipado ese pequeño vacío y restituida la integridad de los hechos.

It is, in fact, normal and necessary for us to "forget" in this fashion, in order to make room in our conscious minds for new impressions and ideas. If this did not happen, everything we experienced would remain above the threshold of consciousness and our minds would become impossibly cluttered.

Forgetting, for instance, is a normal process, in which certain conscious ideas lose their specific energy because one's attention has been deflected. When interest turns elsewhere, it leaves in shadow the things with which one was previously concerned, just as a searchlight lights upon a new area by leaving another in darkness. This is unavoidable, for consciousness can keep only a few images in full clarity at one time, and even this clarity fluctuates.

She remembered the conversation in the Library, as forgetting was the last thing a fully-trained Librarian should do. Memories were as important as books, and almost as important as proper indexing.

Memory is fragile and capricious; each of us remembers and forgets according to what is convenient. The past is a notebook with many leaves on which we jot down our lives with ink that changes according to our state of mind.

Supongo que en el transcurso de la vida embellecemos algunos recuerdos y procuramos olvidar otros.

También te he aguardado siempre», parece que me dijo. O tal vez no lo dijo. Supongo que en el transcurso de la vida embellecemos algunos recuerdos y procuramos olvidar otros.

the thirty-some years since then, his mind had eliminated that experience from his memory. He remembered it as if he'd read it in a book, not as something personal, although he has scars and burn marks on his body and can't lift his arms above shoulder height, because

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

This was a shrine to being forgotten; to memories sprinkled like salt; ideas vaporized as if they had never been formed; stories evaporated as if they had no substance and no weight keeping them bound to the earth and to each of us, and most of all, to the yet - unfolded future.

A dangerous thrift it is to amass Only a treasury of regrets. He who holds them too close to his heart Suffers justly, and nothing forgets.

For a moment he laughed, forgetting where they were, how depressing the backdrop. For a moment there was just her smile, the musical cadence of her voice, and the hint of flirtation. Then the world exploded.

They needed to navigate the rubble, peel off the grubby ration coupons, and witness the Hunger Games to keep the war fresh in their minds. Forgetting could lead to complacency, and then they'd all be back at square one.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.

She was arriving at a revelation that the secret to living was simply forgetting

When love comes easy, forgiving is hard and forgetting even harder.

Of course, we're made up of what we've forgotten too, what we've tried to bury or suppress. Some forgetting is necessary and the mind works to shield us from things that are too painful; even so, some aspect of trauma lives on in the body, from which it can reemerge unexpectedly

But we can't choose what we forget. The more we try to forget something, the more we end up remembering it.

That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.