Quotes About Forgetfulness

Ricky Gervais, met him a couple times. He wouldn't remember it.

I lose stuff. I forget stuff. I walk into rooms and go, 'Why am I in here? What did I come in here for?' Is that normal? I'm 65. I don't know.

There's nothing more annoying than losing your phone, but this happened to me not once or twice, but three times in a row!

I lost dozens of pairs of expensive glasses because I'd put them down and then not be able to find them again.

My worst habit is probably that I'm extremely messy. I'm a big scatter-brain - I'm always losing my car keys, or worse, forgetting where I parked my car in the car park.

My fate is to live among varied and confusing storms. But for you perhaps, if as I hope and wish you will live long after me, there will follow a better age. This sleep of forgetfulness will not last forever. When the darkness has been dispersed, our descendants can come again in the former pure radiance.

Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs: — Philip Larkin, from "Wants," The Complete Poems of Philip Larkin , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)

Yes, I love that word "absorption" because I think that's my definition of happiness. I think all of us know we are happiest when we forget ourselves, when we forget the time, when we lose ourselves in a beautiful piece of music or a movie or a deep conversation with a friend or an intimate encounter with someone we love. That's our definition of happiness.

in which, along with Montaigne, we raise the question of whether a book you have read and completely forgotten, and which you have even forgotten you have read, is still a book you have read)

The Big Show was over. The public had been satisfied. The programme had been rather heavy, the actors not too bad, and the lions had eaten the trainer. It would be discussed for a day or two more round the family table. And even when it was all forgotten—the band, the fireworks, the resplendent uniforms—there would still remain on the village green the holes of the tent pegs and a circle of sawdust. The rain and the shortness of man's memory would soon wipe out even those.

From ages 10 to 12 or so, I barely remember anything.

Quei ragazzini che non avevano nessun timore dell'incubo di Haden adulto non ci misero molto a finirlo. I grandi dimenticano cosa significhi non aver paura. Un mostro non è un mostro se non ti spaventa.

Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

My memory, sir, is like a garbage disposal.

I can't talk about my books. I have written them and tried to forget them. I have written once, and readers have read me many times, no? I try to think of what I wrote, it's very unhealthy to think about the past, the case of elegies is very sad, as much as the case of complaints.

Mi memoria a veces se parece demasiado al olvido.

Lost in these imaginary illusions I forgot my destiny – that of the hunted.

Bazen ölsem diyorum. sahilde güneÅŸlenmeye uzan?r gibi, uzan?p s?cak kumlara, kum olsam. Unutsa sevdiklerim, hiç yaÅŸamam???m gibi. Ben de unutsam, kaybolsam.

Existe ese Aleph en lo íntimo de una piedra? ¿Lo he visto cuando vi todas las cosas y lo he olvidado? Nuestra mente es porosa para el olvido; yo mismo estoy falseando y perdiendo, bajo la trágica erosión de los años, los rasgos de Beatriz

Night is pleasing to us because, like memory, it erases idle details. A New Refutation of Time

But the days are a web of small troubles, And is there a greater blessing Than to be the ash of which oblivion is made? Pero los dias son una red de triviales miserias, y habra suerte mejor que la ceniza de que esat hecho el ovido?

La Recoleta ... Aqui não estarei eu. Estarão o meu cabelo e as minhas unhas, que não saberão que o resto estará morto, e continuarão a crescer e serão pó. Aqui não estarei eu, que serei parte do esquecimento que é a frágil substância de que é feito o universo.

Temí que no quedara una sola cosa capaz de sorprenderme, temí que no me abandonara jamás la impresión de volver. Felizmente, al cabo de unas noches de insomnio me trabajó otra vez el olvido.

I feared that there would not be a single thing left capable of surprising me, I feared that the impression of returning would never leave me. Happily, after a few sleepless nights, forgetfulness worked on me again.