Quotes About Forgetfulness

My faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

I put a new engine in my car, but forgot to take the old one out. Now my car goes 500 miles per hour. The harmonica sounds amazing.

Love is the way that life forgets that it is terminal. Love is life's alibi in the face of death.

library! Oh, I forgot. Same thing.

To negate the pain, men and gods forget, pretend to forget, then forget to pretend.

the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves.

Eventually he forgot what event had started off his decline into entropy; God mercifully occludes us to the past as well as the future.

You left the cap off the toothpaste tube again.' And then I realized it was my ex-wife.

Believe me—I spent some uncomfortable moments with my head that morning. Because I'd read The Rolling Stones fifteen years before—and forgotten it completely. Or had I?

Where is your homework? Mr. McNulty asked. It's with Ariel. There's no such thing as homework, I said. What? I mean, I left it at home.

There is no such thing as forgetting," he murmured.

Details can change or go missing entirely, particularly in moments of physical peril. A kind of amnesia goes hand in hand with sickness, and a good thing, too.

There are things you forget naturally-computer passwords, your father's continuing relationship with life-and then there are things you can't forget that you wish you could.

On a recent flight from Tokyo to Beijing, at around the time that my lunch tray was taken away, I remembered that I needed to learn Mandarin. "Goddamnit," I whispered. "I knew I forgot something.

Here I am, just turned fifty, and I forgot that my father isn't dead yet!

The road to happiness, Genevieve, is perhaps the road to oblivion.

My girlfriend forgot her love on the sidewalk like a bicycle. All night outside, in the dew.

it. Ah know Ah ain't." "Ah did think about it one day," Hicks said dreamily, "but then Ah forgot it and ain't thought about it since then." "No wonder things ain't no better," Joe commented. "Ah'm buyin' in here

I think I'm getting a little bit of Alzheimer's. Just a little.

I am not the kind of girl who keeps track of anniversaries.

Sometimes even good old Homer nods.

Forgetfulness is the catalytic germ of spontaneous creativity

I just read an 800-page history of the Scottish Enlightenment and, honestly, I may as well just start it again now, because I cannot remember a single thing. I can barely remember where Scotland is.