Quotes About Forgetfulness

You didn't weld it shut or anything like that?" "Yes, stupid me, I forgot.

I don't make notes for myself because I either lose them or they make no sense to me at all. I once found a piece of paper with the note: 'everything.' Apparently I made a note to myself not to forget everything!

Wall Street people learn nothing and forget everything.

Wall Street apparently takes and then forgets, and then comes after the guns of law-abiding American citizens and small businesses.

I can't find my car keys in the morning. Trying to get out of my house is a nightmare. 'Where's my wallet? Where are my keys? I have to go find a missing person.'

I lose my wallet all the time, and I break my phone all the time.

My mouth keeps forgetting what my head has learned.

La memoria es el perro más estúpido, le lanzas un palo y te trae cualquier otra cosa.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro. Después los antidepresivos detienen todos esos malditos neurotransmisores y uno ya no se pregunta nada.

I'll forget what day it is sometimes. I have to look in my calendar every once in a while.

Celebrities meet a lot of people and we just can't maintain them all in our fuddled brains.

I always forget about some of the things I've done, because you do 'em, and sometimes they don't come out, and... most of it's almost like daily chores or something. You check it off your list, and then it's gone.

This is always a pain because it's injustice too and so my response to it, I tell you what I am more surprised or horrified at Jews who forget to be humanists than I am at anybody else.

Last words and last thoughts are not invariably those most replete with human wisdom. If this seems to be the case, it is because unmemorable ones are not remembered.

Después Tardewski volvió a hablar de esa cualidad destructiva, de esa rara lucidez que se adquiere cuando se ha conseguido fracasar lo suficiente. Porque otra de las virtudes del fracaso, dijo, es que nos enseña que nunca nada deja su huella en el mundo. Todo lo que hemos vivido se borra y eso quizás, dijo, es lo que había comprendido esa mujer en el cuento de Marconi.

Por eso, al final el mundo es invadido por Tlön, la realidad se disuelve y se altera. El narrador se refugia nuevamente en la lectura; en otro tipo de lectura esta vez, una lectura controlada, minuciosa, la lectura como traducción. El traductor es aquí el lector perfecto, un copista que escribe lo que lee en otra lengua, que copia, fiel, un texto, y en la minuciosidad de esa lectura olvida lo real.

Garraty thought that memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that line got. Until finally there was nothing but smooth sand and the black hole of nothingness that you came out of.

Garraty thought that memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that line got. Until finally there was nothing but smooth sand and the black hole of nothingness that you came out of. The memories were in a way like the road. Here it was real and hard and tangible. But that early road, that nine in the morning road, was far back and meaningless.

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.

Desarrolla interés en la vida según la estás viendo: en la gente, en las cosas, en la literatura, en la música; el mundo es tan rico, bulle con espléndidos tesoros, con almas hermosas y personas interesantes. Olvídate de ti mismo». HENRY MILLER

Altitude reduces all things to their relative proportions, and to the truth. Cares, remorse, disgust become strangers: How easily indifference, contempt, forgetfulness drop away...and forgiveness descends.

Human memory is a strange thing," he observed. "How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it's there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked chambers. Strongboxes guarding matters too painful to be brought into the light; dusty corners where items considered too trivial are tossed away. You'll remember one day. And if you do not, perhaps it is no matter.

They had been arguing about something that had seemed desperately important to Claire at the time but now she couldn't remember the topic or even when the argument had occurred. Last week? Last month? She had known Paul for eighteen years, been married to him for almost as long. There wasn't much left that they could argue about with any conviction.

Men do not like to admit to even momentary imperfection. My husband forgot the code to turn off the alarm. When the police came, he wouldn't admit he'd forgotten the code... he turned himself in.