Quotes About Forgetfulness

The biggest defeat in every department of life is to forget, especially the things that have done you in, and to die without realizing how far people can go in the way of crumminess.

Evrende ac? oldu?u kadar merhemi de vard?r ve bu merhem unutu?tur. - Sayfa 28

cousa é não achar já quem se lembre de meus pais, e de que modo me há de encarar o próprio esquecimento.

Como eu invejo os que não esqueceram a cor das primeiras calças que vestiram! Eu não atino com a das que enfiei ontem. Juro só que não eram amarelas porque execro essa cor; mas isso mesmo pode ser olvido e confusão.

Ach,' she heard someone saying, 'I left mein ceinture dans le shower ce morgen. Quelle dope ich bin!

He had even forgotten

I don't remember much, which is a kind of mercy,I suppose. I see it in patterns. Sometimes it's like a scribble on a wall- no matter how many times you paint over it, a bit of it always comes through, but not enough to put together the whole. I try not to think about it too much.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

Dementia. Ruth puzzled over the diagnosis: How could such a beautiful-sounding word apply to such a destructive disease? It was a name befitting a goddess: Dementia, who caused her sister Demeter to forget to turn winter into spring.

He had overslept. Tomorrow. Mañana Djuna had forgotten this Latin deity: Mañana

I do not want to recollect. I should be afraid of preventing the future and of allowing the past to encroach on me. It is out of the utter forgetfulness of yesterday that I create every new hour's freshness. It is never enough for me to have been happy. I do not believe in dead things and cannot distinguish between being no more and never having been.

I need you to do my bow tie. I forget how because I know you never will. Prizes aren't love, but this is love.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

My memory is good for some things and not others.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

Sure, I know where most things are but give me enough time and I can lose anything.

I hesitate. I feel like we forgot something. But what?

In the past - even a long while after she left me - I thought of Anny. Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

Forgetfully, Wilhelm traveled for miles in second gear; he was seldom in the right lane and he neither gave signals nor watched for lights.

I should have written that down. - Dilbert

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.

The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.

although his physician had advised him not to be overly concerned about forgetting facts and names, and he should begin to worry only if he stopped noticing that he couldn't remember them—if, in essence, he forgot that he was forgetting.

Having once aroused in our mind enough faith in our own will-power to create a universe of contemplation and forget everything else, there are few limitations to the happiness we may enjoy.