MASHA. Just think, I am already beginning to forget her face. People will not remember us either. They will forget.VERSHININ. Yes. They will forget. That is our fate, you can’t do anything about it. The things which to us seem serious, significant, very important, – the time will come – they will be forgotten or...

Nawet nie proszę, abyś mi wybaczyła. Tego, co zrobiłem, nie można wybaczyć. To można tylko zapomnieć.

There are some who believe that the mind is a blank tablet, on which experience is writ until the page be full, and the cryptic world is known; but I see rather that my own life hath been one long forgetting, the erasure of what was drawn, a terrible redaction; til all that remains is...

The pile of stones thus marks both an act of deliberate remembrance, and an act of deliberate forgetting. They’re fond of paradox in that region.

Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence.

Life experiences are but moments, you can let them pass or you can make them last.

Writing is the art of remembering and forgetting. You must forget what you’ve already written, because if you’re dwelling on your old material you can’t write new material, and you must remember all you’ve written and read, so you are not duplicating already existing writing.

. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars

Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we’re still here.

Everything started as nothing.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting

We deliberately forget because forgetting is a blessing. On both an emotional level and a spiritual level, forgetting is a natural part of the human experience and a natural function of the human brain. It is a feature, not a bug, one that saves us from being owned by our memories. Can a world that...

There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot – that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.

…when something is gone but not forgotten, melancholy must linger on, especially when the dreamer does not want to forget. —Robert Kroetsch to Martann ——-, 1947 (age 20)

No one really remembers anything five minutes after it happens.

I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

We will not read of that which hurts our pride or fears or ‘feelings’. We forget, or gloss over, or excuse, an experience which injured the tentacles of our personality. We forget the pscyhiatrist’s definition of a neurosis as ‘refused pain’. In the same way we escape from mental pain. We refuse to believe what...

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonementfinite and forgetting and whole—but time in its preservingwill not permit forgetting; destroyingonly when we can no longer begor argue with time to preserve the brief benisonsa few moments longer than our sins

There’s a lot of magic between you too, ain’t no denying that. And magic makes forgettin’ hard.

Love is never hurtful; It’s never about forgetting who you are, it’s about exploring yourself more.

If you feel better without me, then I am ready to feel bad without you…

When I say I’m going to forget you I know it’s impossible to forget someone I once knew. What I want is to erase you from my thoughts and purge you from my memories. I’m saying it’s what I wish for, not what is or could ever be.

,Dónde está el olvido si cada caricia que me dan es tuya?

That’s how Ptolemy imagined the disposition of his memories, his thoughts: they were still his, still in the range of his thinking, but they were, many and most of them, locked on the other side a closed door that he’s lost the key for. So his memory became like secrets held away from his own...

The damage is done. Give the thing a name, and it takes shape. They gave a name and a shape to the force that’s always hated us. It’s everything we’re not. It’s New Ireland, it’s money for money’s sake, brown paper envelopes stuffed full of bribes—the turn of mind that says that the old’s only...

I was starting to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place. It was the magic of forgetting.

…first, in order to remember, something must be forgotten; second, the place where memories are stored has no boundaries. In other words, forgetting is a twin; its tandem effect is best called “simultancous” distraction, the instant when one memory defoliates another. This fuzzy double – one devouring the other – presumably inhibits learning

Some things are not supposed to be forgotten; these are the things which make us human.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

Dickens writes that an event, “began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

One who cannot leave himself behind on the threshold of the moment and forget the past, who cannot stand on a single point, like a goddess of victory, without fear or giddiness, will never know what happiness is; and, worse still, will never do anything that makes others happy.

To forget would mean the things we never knewhad never waited to be known, never waitedto be forgotten, had never been; waitingbeneath the long dead starsin time. . .

But then comes a time when forgetting isn’t possible. And I do mean a particular time when no amount of dreaming, not then and maybe not ever, can change how naked and unimportant we become in our own eyes.

If you are able to forget yourself, you will know you would not be forgotten!

He couldn’t tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined – the taste of gin at mid-day, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping...

She sat there reading; cool, calm and collected. “You could ruin his life with that information,” her friend reported triumphantly. The woman sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. “If I did he would never forget me,” she replied. “Besides…I don’t care enough about his life to concern myself with what he does with it as...

How long would it take for her sadness to ease? How long must she wait to forget a man who would’ve been her ideal, were he not who he was? The answer: too long. But wait she must.

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her...

That’s just the way it is. I’ll always remember. She’s forgotten.

He can hum the music in his old man’s quivering voice, but he prefers it in his head, where it lives on in violins and reedy winds. If he imagines it in rehearsal he can remember every step of his three-minute solo as if he had danced it only yesterday, but he knows, too, that...

The impulse to tell the truth was not as great as the fear of being left off the page.

Beauty exists not in what is seen and remembered, but in what is felt and never forgotten.

Stupidity is letting your pride rob you of God’s blessings.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

To be able to forget means sanity.

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it’s true. It’s a new world every heart beat.