Quotes About Forgetting

Selection is the very keel on which our mental ship is built. And in this case of memory its utility is obvious. If we remembered everything, we should on most occasions be as ill off as if we remembered nothing.

Disciplines develop questions of their own and by doing so function as a mnemotechnique of forgetting with regard to concerns of a more general and fundamental character.

I do think that men can forget a lost love quickly. I know that women would find it much harder.

But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

She had forgotten about this, the narcotic of the crowd. This is why you came to hear music. To stop being yourself, to let that thing that you supposedly were go, and just be part of a mob, synchronized by the heavy beat, mesmerized by a singer with big smeary red lips, her spooky chant.

Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

One of the strangest aspects of living with certain kinds of memory loss is knowing that the forgetting is happening.

since it's about drifting, forgetting, passing time without noticing. Instead, quietly pay attention...

We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.

Of course I think so. Have you forgotten what I told you the other day?' 'Yes,' said Lord Emsworth. He always forgot what people told him the other day.

Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short; forgetting is so long.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

He vivido tanto que un día tendrán que olvidarme por fuerza.

Se de súbito me esqueceres, não me procures, pois já te terei esquecido.

Love us so short; forgetting is so long

N-o mai iubesc, asta-i sigur, dar poate înc? o iubesc. Iubirea e atât de scurt?, ÅŸi-atât de lung? e uitarea.

Waiting Hurts. Forgetting Hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.

No song, no peace, no poetry, no end of days, and no forgetting.

Constant forgetting is the best cure for all your maladies of anxiety and depression and self-loathing and despair. Rx, Rx, Rx.

There is no permanent forgetting. Though the world of things is persuasive and distracting, the stories always come back, circled in neon. They are all the more alive for having been hidden.