Quotes About Forgetting

To forgive, you have to forget," he counseled. "Because otherwise you haven't truly forgiven.

He was wearing a winged hat, but he'd forgotten to put on his pants.

To forgive is human, to forget divine. . ..

Throughout history, knowledge rises and falls, ebbs and flows. What once was known is forgotten again, lost in time, sometimes for centuries, only to be rediscovered ages later.

I couldn't even picture Mavis's face anymore. It was sad. She was being erased. I wanted to put my finger on her forehead, but there was nothing there.

Women often get dropped from memory, and then history.

People had such extraordinarily short memories, including him.

It deals with that most terrible and harrowing experience in life - trying to remember an address which somebody told you but you didn't write down.

And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.

It was no longer her absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear.

Why do we not care to acknowledge them? The cattle, the body count. We still don't like to admit the war was even partly our fault because so many of our people died. A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It's not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember. Because you should realise the Cenotaph and the Last Post and all that stuff is concerned, there's no better way of forgetting something than by commemorating it.

I wonder if I'm the only one in the running business with this system of forgetting that I'm running because I'm too busy thinking.

Thanks a lot, Allie." I grimaced not for the first time at the realization that he couldn't remember my name, then I decided I was definitely over the guy. "You're welcome, Bart." "Brad." "Kate." "Huh?" I wanted to laugh. "I'm Kate.

Eventually, all that one has learnt will have to be forgotten.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro.

me imagino por un momento siendo el dueño de una vida distinta. Imagino una casa cerca de una ciudad pero aun así lo bastante lejos y nadie en el jardín y nada que merezca la pena olvidas ni nada que merezca ser recrdado.

aquel que se preocupa por los demás, o no tiene problemas o ha decidido olvidarlos.

The object of preaching is to constantly remind mankind of what they keep forgetting; not to supply the intellect, but to fortify the feebleness of human resolutions.

A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness.

I'm good at forgetting auditions, and then there is a surprise to getting something.

Of course to forget the past is to lose the sense of loss that is also memory of an absent richness and a set of clues to navigate the present by; the are is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.

Nothing endures. Don't you see, Bonox? That's what Kipling meant. Not empires, not memories. We remember nothing. Maybe for a year or two. Maybe most of a life, if we live. Maybe. But then we will die, and who will ever understand any of this? And maybe we remember nothing most of all when we put our hands on our hearts and carry on about not forgetting.

We live with such easy assumptions, don't we? For instance, that memory equals events plus time. But it's all much odder than this. Who was it said that memory is what we thought we'd forgotten? And it ought to be obvious to us that time doesn't act as a fixative, rather as a solvent. But it's not convenient--- it's not useful--- to believe this; it doesn't help us get on with our lives; so we ignore it.

Who was it said that memory is what we thought we'd forgotten? And it ought to be obvious to us that time doesn't act as a fixative, rather as a solvent. But it's not convenient--it's not useful--to believe this; it doesn't help us get on with our lives; so we ignore it. [p. 69]