Quotes About Forgetfulness

Since I first heard about your death, haven't I often felt like someone living with one foot in madness. Early on, there were times when I would find myself somewhere without remembering how I got there, when I'd leave home on some errand only to forget what it was.

The more you engage with the outside world, the more you'll be able to turn down the volume on those worries. You'll see that they're unfounded. You'll see that the world is a very busy and varied place and most people have the attention span of a gnat. They've already forgotten what happened. They don't think about it. There will have been five more sensations since your incident.

The girl made an impression on me, and I forgot her; the other made no impression, and her I can remember.

There is no better guide to this world than oblivion.

Let pessimism once take hold of the mind, and life is all topsy-turvy, all vanity and vexation of spirit. There is no cure for individual or social disorder, except in forgetfulness and annihilation.

I have resolved to pick one novel and just read it over and over again for the rest of my life, because I cannot remember anything anymore.

That's the problem with lying. You can never remember what you've said.

I routinely inform people when I meet them that I am like a real life version of Dory the fish, as I am very forgetful and have problems tracking conversations.

The best promises forever seem to be made by amnesiacs.

Life becomes involuntary repetitive when you suffer from short term memory loss.

it's easy to be forgetful when you're grieving, even forget those things that you believe most people wouldn't.

Far off from these a slow and silent stream,Lethe the river of oblivion rolls.

When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then.

The pleasure of pride is like the pleasure of scratching. If there is an itch one does want to scratch; but it is much nicer to have neither the itch nor the scratch. As long as we have the itch of self-regard we shall want the pleasure of self-approval; but the happiest moments are those when we forget our precious selves and have neither but have everything else (God, our fellow humans, animals, the garden and the sky) instead.

When his clock was inside my body, it wasn't just a clock engaged in the act of penetration, it felt like a gun of pure euphoria, a weapon, yes, but one meant only to calm all my fears in the rootless world. An instrument of both reassurance and forgetfulness.

Thanking people is dangerous business. A name always slips your mind.

Sometimes my lack of memory (or, to put a positive spin on it, my surplus of forgetfulness) worries me, especially since it's not limited to my early childhood.

Memory, in my opinion, is a complete noodle. It hangs on the silliest things but forgets the stuff that really matters.

Read day and night, devour books—these sleeping pills—not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.

Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.

Each time I have a lapse of memory, I think of the anguish which must afflict those who know they no longer remember anything. But something tells me that after a certain time a secret joy possesses them, a joy they would not agree to trade for any of their memories, even the most stirring. …

Dau în scris, pentru toat? lumea care va veni dup? mine, c? n-am în ce s? cred pe acest p?mînt ÅŸi c? unica sc?pare este uitarea absolut?. AÅŸ vrea s? uit de tot, s? m? uit complet, s? nu mai ÅŸtiu nimic de mine ÅŸi de lumea aceasta. Adev?ratele confesiuni nu se pot scrie decît cu lacrimi. Dar lacrimile mele ar îneca aceast? lume, precum focul meu interior ar incendia-o.

I would like to forget everything, to forget myself and to forget the world.

If one were at every moment conscious of what one knew - if, for example, the sentiment of foundationlessness were both continual and intense - one would kill oneself or allow oneself to slip into imbecility. One exits thanks to the moments when one forgets certain truths.