#forgetting

Part of the function of memory is to forget; the omni-retentive mind will break down and produce at best an idiot savant who can recite a telephone book, and at worst a person to whom every grudge and slight is as yesterday's. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#forgiveness #grudges #memory #savant-syndrome #forgiveness

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#forgetting-the-past #inspirational #memory #inspirational

Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust. ↗

— Margery Allingham

#dust #every #forgetting #minute #mourning

Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain. ↗

— Malcolm Lowry

#black #forgetting #i #inevitable #long

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#divorce #families #family-saga #forgetting #life

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier. ↗

— Jay Asher

#life #life

I loved her like elephants like remembering stuff. Those bastards just won’t let me forget and move on.
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— Jarod Kintz

#forget #forgetting #funny #humor #love

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 mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering

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

— H. Rider Haggard

#death #forget #forgetting #immortality #life

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#dreaming #dreamless #dreams #forgetting #sleep