#forget

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life? ↗

— John Green

#dead-people #forget #memory #rest-of-my-life #life

The ill effects of thought come about when we forget that thought is a function of our consciousness... an ability that we as human beings have. We are the producers of our own thinking. ↗

— Richard Carlson

#about #beings #come #consciousness #effects

There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't heal me. He just makes life worthwhile. He helps me remember to breathe, shows me how to smile again. He kisses me, and I can forget pain, forget the urges I still have to cut for the pain that erases the emotions. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#colton #cutter #cutting #escape #falling

My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work. ↗

— Lloyd Alexander

#find #forget #literature #me #pleaded

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

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #magic #no-denying #love

The most basic and somehow forgettable thing is this: Love is not pain. Love is goodness. And real love--it's less shiny than solid and simple. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#forgettable #goodness #love #pain #real

There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#love #woman #love

Love you always, miss you always... running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow. Never look back, never forget. ↗

— Jessica Day George

#love #mon #never-forget #sun #love

In Irena’s head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#drinking #forget #forgetting #love #personality

I had such a great year I didn't want to forget it. ↗

— Dick Stuart

#great #had #i #such #want