Quotes About Forgetfulness

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would and we would not.

Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time. Page 212.

Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?

Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.

He forgot everything: the sorcerer upstairs, the mission, his own imperfection, and the shame and bitterness that came with it.

I let it boil and it's got scum on it," Carol said annoyedly. "I'm sorry." But Therese loved it, because she knew this was exactly what Carol would always do, be thinking of something else and let the milk boil.

É preciso que eu não esqueça. pensei, que fui feliz, que estou feliz mais do que se pode ser. Mas esqueci, sempre esqueci.

I thought of something so beautiful that I couldn't understand it. And I ended up forgetting what it was.

I thought of something so beautiful that I couldn't even understand it. And I ended up forgetting what it was.

Love is an attachment to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment -- a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same you forget yourself.

A person remembers different people when in need. But when the person doesn't need anything anymore, the person forgets almost everything even the people's names.

I have found the title of the book as impossible to forget as the poems in it were impossible to remember.

Other men are unaware of what they do when they are awake just as they are forgetful of what they do when they are asleep.

In the morning he would forget all of it—but the night was not yet over. And somewhere in the darkest, iciest low part of it, when even owls and loons were prompted to noiselessness out of either fear or respect, he slipped deeper into sleep, as deep into it as a man could go without losing all chance of coming back. Still, even in the pit of it, he could hear and identify the sound. The rocker, creaking.

was the king himself, solicitous for a mother-to-be, who had advised Rafe to send Helen to Kent, away from the pestilence: but now he has forgotten to ask after her.

Men naturen har förlänat människan med den lyckliga förmågan att glömma. Annars skulle hon inte stå ut med livet

I assume you forgot that your sister's wedding would require a new gown. Or a gown at all." "At least one person is going to be naked," I say

In all the commotion, no one remembered the Glock.

She [Helen] threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills.

I have always had a bad memory, as far back as I can remember.

Was today the worst anniversary yet, or was it always this bad? It was probably always this bad. It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.

This type of thing was always happening to John-Paul. Last time he went overseas he'd left his laptop in a cab. The man lost things constantly. Wallets, phones, keys, his wedding ring. His possessions just slid right off him.

It was almost as though something interesting and unusual had happened to him and he'd forgotten to tell Cat about it until now.

It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.