Quotes About Forgetfulness

Now, where did I leave my time-machine? Oh I know, next Wednesday.

Every year or so, due to forgetfulness, one may wander into a theater, lured by a hysterical advertising barrage, convinced that seeing a particular film is indispensable to one's continued cultural literacy. Then, emerging sullied, degraded, insulted, and twenty dollars poorer, one swears never to be tricked again.

Cierra los ojos y a obscuras piérdete bajo el follaje rojo de tus párpados. Húndete en esas espirales del sonido que zumba y cae y suena allá, remoto hacia el sitio del tímpano, como una catarata ensordecida. En esa sombra líquida del sueño moja tu desnudez; abandona tu forma, espuma que no se sabe quién dejó en la orilla; piérdete en ti, infinita, en tu infinito ser, mar que se pierde en otro mar; olvídate y olvídame. -Octavio Paz

He would leave a twenty-dollar tip on a fifty-cent breakfast, or simply forget where he had stashed the night's takings, but would chisel his band members out of five bucks if he could.

Ellen Gorman purchased several boxes of cereal so that the family could eat quickly on the run. But when it came time to eat the cereal, no one could locate the boxes. They were later found in the fridge, freezer, and oven.

Even in 1922, on Everest, the expedition leader, General Charles Bruce, in a confidential summary, described Mallory as 'a great dear but forgets his boots on all occasions.

Indian Alzheimer's" - where you forget everything but the grudges.

Solitude, Celia realizes now, exists for us not to remember but to forget.

How to resist nothingness? What power Preserves what once was, if memory does not last? For I remember little. I remember so very little.

Paradigm He was aware of his task and people were waiting for his words but he was forbidden to speak. Now where he lives he is free to speak but nobody listens and, moreover, he forgot what he had to say.

Not to know. Not to remember. With this one hope: That beyond the River Lethe, there is memory, healed.

Once I accidentally left my passport in Nice, France, when I was on my way to Prague. Upon arriving in Vienna, after taking an overnight, and being asked to present my travel documents and realizing I forgot them at the hotel, they kicked me off the train and sent me back!

I'll never have a baby because I'm afraid I'll leave it on top of my car.

I froze like a startled bunny. Fumbling the disk into my purse, I cut my eyes toward the hallway. Had I locked the front door? Of course I had. Only a moron would break into someone's house and forget to lock the door. Damn it! I'd forgotten to lock the door.

He'd forget all that, just as he would forget this night. The memories would linger for a time, but they'd grow dull. The ache he felt now, the frustation and anger and sorrow - all those would fade too. She'd given him a night to remember, but of course he'd forget.

no memory, no desire.

The grand highway is crowded with lovers and searchers and leavers so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness

The future always looks good in the golden land, because no one remembers the past.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

It is hard to remember what we came to remember.

For someone who can't remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can't forget.

Sorry I forgot your birthday, my memory gets worst year after year. I think you understand what I'm talking about.

I am sorry I missed your birthday, you have had so many I lost track.

Many daughters live out their lives avoiding or abiding or arguing with their mothers-burying the long-ago injury or insult or childhood deprivation under a blanket of forgetfulness-and not confronting it head-on. It's humiliating to remember the ways in which one demeaned oneself in order to prevent being in a mother's bad graces, the willingness to do anything in order to not be rejected, when rejection felt like death.