Forgetting Quotes

“I pick it up and turn to a random page and read a sentence — 'Nothing fixes a thing so firmly in the memory as the wish to forget it'.”
― Matt Haig, How to Stop Time

“No one is forgotten. Nothing is forgotten.

Let no one forget. Let nothing be forgotten.

Никто не забыт и ничто не забыто.”
― Olga Berggolts

“There's no such thing as forgetting. No matter how hard you try, you only think you've forgotten, and over time the things you think you have forgotten emerge again under another guise and tear into your soul. Understand this: whoever says they have forgotten have merely condemned themselves to an endless repetition of the same event until the end of their lives.”
― Saygın Ersin, Pir-i Lezzet!

“بعد مِرانٍ طويلٍ مع النسيان نجحتُ. استطعتُ أن أتحكّم إراديًّا بذاكرتي، فأُقصي مَن أريد عن قصدٍ منها، ولكن العيب الذي صاحب هذا المِران أنّني أقصيتُ مَن لا أريدُ إقصاءه.”
― ناصر الظفيري, أبيض يتوحش

“Another way to remember someone is to create more memories with that person. The more there is to forget, the longer forgetting takes.”
― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

“If people are upset because you’ve forgotten something, console them by letting them know you didn’t forget — you just weren’t remembering.”
—Winnie the Pooh”
― Disney Book Group, Christopher Robin: The Little Book of Poohisms: With help from Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, Owl, and Tigger, too!

“Because in the end we forget everything, anyway. We're human; we're amnesia machines.”
― Douglas Coupland, Microserfs

“But I was still anxious. Trevor Trevor Trevor. I might have felt better if he were dead, I thought, since behind every memory of him was the possibility of reconciling, and thus more heartbreak and indignity. I felt weak. My nerves were frayed and fragile, like tattered silk. Sleep had not yet solved my crankiness, my impatience, my memory. It seemed like everything was now somehow linked to getting back what I'd lost. I could picture my selfhood, my past, my psyche like a dump truck filled with trash. Sleep was the hydraulic piston that lifted the bed of the truck up, ready to dump everything out somewhere, but Trevor was stuck in the tailgate, blocking the flow of garbage. I was afraid things would be like that forever.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I joined social media to get over an unrequited love of real life.”
― Maria Karvouni

“Forgetting you is not easy for me,
Death is easier for me than Forgetting you.”
― Sajal Ahmed

“That's the way history works. People forget so easily. You start telling yourself a new version of the past, and after a while, it becomes reality.”
― Peter Tieryas, Mecha Samurai Empire

“I know who you are though in a moment I will not. It is getting. I do not remember the word. Soon it will be. How easily they go again. There is no loyalty in language. There is no.”
― Daisy Johnson, Fen

“Helen forgot people. They were husks that had enclosed her emotion.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“I forgive you for the footprints you left on my heart and soul.

Forgiveness I forgive me for not being attentive to the point that you were in it only for you.
I forgive so I can keep moving ahead without the weight of the footprints you left on my heart and soul.”
― Charles E Hudson

“Forget forgetting. We seek to forget ourselves, to be surprised and to do something without knowing how or why. The way of life is wonderful. It is by abandonment.”
― Peter Rock, My Abandonment

“The letters, the fading. The labyrinth, the cake. The four hundred brackish lakes of the brain. She searches for the
music, but she can't find it. Oh, God, it was here
only the other day.”
― Laura Kasischke, Space, in Chains

“One's capacity to forget absolutely is immense.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“I will forget whom forgotten me, I will mention who mentioning me.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Why is it important to forget?
Forgetting plays a vital role in our ability to function for a deceptively simple reason. Forgetting allows us to prioritise. Anything irrelevant to our survival will take up wasteful cognitive space if we assign it the same priority as events critical to our survival.”
― John Medina, Brain Rules: 12 Principles for Surviving and Thriving at Work, Home, and School

“There are towns whose names evoke a real horror in you because you have learned to link those names with atrocities, but, for the generation that follows your, those names will mean nothing; forgetting doesn't take long.”
― Teju Cole, Open City

“There are towns whose names evoke a real horror in you because you have learned to link those names with atrocities, but, for the generation that follows yours, those names will mean nothing; forgetting doesn't take long.”
― Teju Cole

“Learning magic isn’t really learning anything at all. It’s all about forgetting. Peeling off all (you) think you know... until the magical truth is revealed.”
― Jan Golembiewski, Magic

“Every act of reading is an act of forgetting: the experience of reading is a palimpsest, in which each text partially covers those that came before. Those books that allow us to forget the most are accorded he authority of the classic.”
― James A. Secord, Victorian Sensation: The Extraordinary Publication, Reception, and Secret Authorship of Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation

“Confusion: the bastard half brother of chaos. Chaos: the torture instrument of forgetting.”
― Preti Taneja, We That Are Young

“It is not a forgotten place, but it is a place for forgetting - the crimes committed by its patients settling into the dust like the gradual deterioration of the buildings themselves.”
― John Burley, The Forgetting Place

“●الغضب حتما سيقتلك.
○في الغضب تنفيس وشفاء. في الغضب رفض وتمرد.
● الغضب هو الجهل. والجهل هو الألم.”
― غيوم ميسو - عائد لأبحث عنك

“منذ عشرين عامًا وأكثر قليلًا وأنا أدرِّب نفسي على النسيان”
― ناصر الظفيري, أبيض يتوحش

“Her memory like a skipping record, bumping continually up against the scratch.”
― Kristen Roupenian, You Know You Want This: Cat Person and Other Stories

“Here, supposing that neither Harry Perkins nor the servants nor some outsider called ‘X’ had killed Stephen Anthony, was a murderer. He or she was drinking with the rest, talking with the rest casually, remembering little family jokes with the rest and saying with them, ‘Remember when we all—’ and laughing when they laughed. And perhaps the murderer, sitting there with the others, almost forgot at times he was a murderer, because even a murderer cannot always remember, as the grief-stricken cannot always remember grief.

But it must come back again and again, that sense of being a murderer. Sometimes it must come in the middle of speech, confusing a thought already formulated—it must go round and round in the head, the knowledge of murder and of pursuit. The thought that shrewd men and clumsy men, intelligent men and dogged men, men in blue uniforms and men in slouch hats, were everywhere after you must make a coldness in your mind. Here a man was talking to somebody, and perhaps a word would give you away. Here a man was peering through a comparison microscope at tiny scratches on a piece of metal, and perhaps some scratch would give you away. Here a man was sifting through papers, steadily, unwearingly, looking for some written word that would give you away. And when he was tired, another man would look. And somewhere men in white uniforms were probing with knives into the body of the man you had killed, looking for something which would give you away.

All over the city, you would think, men would be searching for you—in words and in metal, in scraps of paper, in the things you did yesterday and the things your victims had planned to do tomorrow—and there would be no stopping them. Because, whatever they tolerated, the police did not tolerate murder, or ever give up looking for a murderer.”
― Richard Lockridge, Hanged for a Sheep

“You've got to pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.”
― Nancy Huston, Losing North: Essays on Cultural Exile