Quotes About Forgetfulness

Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.

I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.

Oh, yes! They, like the lotus flower, make your trouble forgotten. It smell so like the waters of Lethe, and of that fountain of youth that the Conquistadores sought for in the Floridas, and find him all too late. Whilst

Travel down that road far enough and you forget entirely where you came from. The journey becomes the destination in a twisted sort of way. The need to acquire more of everything, to possess as much as there was to possess, was insatiable.

Travel down that road far enough and you forget entirely where you came from. The journey becomes the destination in a twisted sort of way.

There are millions of chords. There are millions of numbers. And everyone forgets the one that is a zero. But without the zero, numbers are just arithmetic. Without the empty chord, music is just noise.

Men said things like peace in our time or an empire that will last a thousand years, and less than half a lifetime later no one even remembered who they were, let alone what they had said or where the mob had buried their ashes.

We (people) only remembered that elves sang. But we forgot what they sang about.

What sound does forgetfulness make?' She hardly had to think. 'It's the sound of the wind in dead grasses on a hot summer's day.

The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong. The world is part of our own self and we are a part of its suffering wholeness. Until we go to the root of our image of separateness, there can be no healing. And the deepest part of our separateness from creation lies in our forgetfulness of its sacred nature, which is also our own sacred nature.

our forgetfulness of its sacred nature, which is also our own sacred nature.

Forgetfulness is the darkness, mindfulness is the light.

The notions and ideas we have about happiness can entrap us. We forget that they are just notions and ideas. Our idea of happiness may be the very thing that's preventing us from being happy. When we're caught in a belief that happiness should take a particular form, we fail to see the opportunities for joy that are right in front of us.

We'd have made more, but I kept forgetting to write songs down.

I used to lose my keys a lot.

Right. And soon sentient beings will stop destroying one another and themselves. Not. We're all going to die. Alone and miserably. With lots of pain. That's the way life goes. People make promises and don't keep them. They say they care about you and forget you." "I didn't forget you. I never forget you

Make love to me, make me forget.

Work, at times like this, is a sweet mercy: it allows a man to forget anything, even his true self.

Luminous Processes,' declared the local paper, 'seems to put profits before people.' How quickly we forget.

We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.

We have searched the wide world over and not found forgetfulness.

People die every day. That was the most comforting thought Brás had while all the obituaries he wrote at the newspaper flashed before him. He just realized that, even when he's not writing about it, people will keep dying. Isn't it funny how easily forget about work the moment they leave for the day? Isn't it strange how we always seem to remember the trivial things from our daily lives, yet we so often forget the most important ones?

And he keeps listening to seas that love nothing but themselves. But maybe now he listens to nothing, stalled in forgetfulness and salt.