Quotes About Forgetfulness

I don't know if I have writing habits. Writing is impossible and every time I have to do it I kind of forget how.

I don't know where my phone is half the time.

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If she comes, I'm not at home. If she wants anything, let her take it. If she asks for me, let her be informed that I am exceedingly old and I have totally forgotten her.

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next horrifying event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound heals it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, Let the scarring begin.

My friend Quincy Jones says we won our first Grammys together in 1963. I have no recollection. I don't even remember the room. When he showed me the picture, I remembered what I wore. But it's like awards don't mean anything.

I never think it's right to chew gum in front of other people, but a lot of times I'll come in for a meeting chewing gum and I'll forget I'm chewing it. Then you don't want to swallow it because it stays in your system for seven years or something, so I've asked to throw it away. I've started to wonder if that's why I didn't get certain movies.

We forget the little things, so it's no wonder some of us screw up the big things.

There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.

I do throw out a lot of ideas, and I forget completely about them.

And it is to rock the soul and lead the person to immorality, corruption - to forget their prayers, to forget their God. And thus the world has partaken of the spirit of the Negro race, accepting their ways.

It's so long since I've had sex I've forgotten who ties up who.

Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die.

How strange it was! He wanted to remember these things very badly; he knew he did, but he could never retain them; in spite of himself they no sooner fell upon his mind than they fell off it again, he had such a dreadful memory; whereas, if anyone played him a piece of music and told him where it came from, he never forgot that, though he made no effort to retain it, and was not even conscious of trying to remember it at all. His mind must be badly formed and he was no good.

I was mightily troubled with a looseness, and feeling for a chamber-pott, there was none, I having called the maid up out of her bed, she had forgot I suppose to put one there; so I was forced in this strange house to rise and shit in the chimney twice.

if you remembered everything that comes into your brain, your brain would not work properly and your ability to creatively think and imagine would be diminished. Everyday life would be difficult; sure, you'd be able to recall long lists and cite elegiac love poems, but you'd struggle to grasp abstract concepts and even to recognize faces. There's

YANG FANA ADALAH WAKTU Yang fana adalah waktu. Kita abadi: memungut detik demi detik, merangkainya seperti bunga sampai pada suatu hari kita lupa untuk apa. "Tapi, yang fana adalah waktu, bukan?" tanyamu. Kita abadi. Perahu Kertas, Kumpulan Sajak, 1982

La memoria es una cosa caprichosa. Y a veces, estamos condenados a repetir las cosas que hemos olvidado.

I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.

To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, to be late is to be forgotten.

Through incarnations, some beings do go down. That is to say, they forget. The soul falls into an eclipse of itself and there is a downward progression for a time.

You ask me, How much time? I do not know. I know it means time enough to forget time.

For it is only by forgetting that we ever really drop the thread of time and approach the experience of living in the present moment, so elusive in ordinary hours.

I have tons of sunglasses. My husband won't let me buy another pair because I lose them all the time.