Quotes About Forgetfulness

But men can forget. If too much time goes by, they can forget what they have. How much they want what they have.

That's the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

Todo se olvida en esta vida, todo pasa al recuerdo, todo acontecimiento deja de ser presente, pierde su valor y su significado.

That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

We live in a society of an imposed forgetfulness, a society that depends on public amnesia.

And now I'm old. That bus is parked permanently. The battery is dead. And I can't remember where I put the jumper cables.

It's not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.

Would age now swiftly overtake him? Would this terrible nodding last now for all his days, so that men said aloud in his presence, it is nothing, he is old and does nothing but forget? And would he nod as though he too were saying, Yes, it is nothing, I am old and do nothing but forget? But who would know that he said, I do nothing but remember?

human memory is short, and history always repeats itself." ? Devdutt Pattanaik, Jaya: An Illustrated Retelling of the Mahabharata

everything we do is decent when the mind begins to forget — the design of life; and good when we are forgotten — the design of death.

He promptly forgot all about being the hero of a coward's nightmare,

Danny's like his old man," Pasco says. "Stubborn. You heard about Irish Alzheimer's? They forget everything but the grudges.

What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.

Life must go on; I forget just why.

Memory embellishes Life. Forgetfulness makes it possible.

I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.

What then of all the plot in between I have honestly forgotten? I feel a nausea of panic that I will die soon.

Although I'm tired, and it feels like years since I had a good night's rest, I can't bring myself to fall asleep. It's like I've forgotten how.

It's not wise to rely on a man's ability to remember anything.

Because memory cannot be adequately utilized to retain an image, the borderline forgets what the object of his concern looks like, sounds like, feels like. To escape the panicky sensation of abandonment and loneliness, the borderline tries to cling desperately—calling, writing, using any means to maintain contact.

Corre por mi memoria atrapadas por las brumas del olvido, las largas borracheras de papá