forget

Regrets never sit well, with those that never forget.

The most important things, the experiences that leave marks on our souls for everyone to see, those marks that reflect our most intense emotions in a glass pane, we will never forget.

He'd kept his figure despite being past his first youth. Pretty good for nearly forty.Who was she fooling? She knew quite well that he was thirty-five and a half, exactly five years older than she. Their birthdays were two days apart. It was absurd the way trivial facts lingered in the memory, facts as unimportant as what she had for dinner on Tuesday. Except that she couldn't remember last week's menu and she was annoyingly aware of Max Quinton's preference for lamb over beef, for apple tart over syllabub. He preferred Shakespeare to the modern poets, the country to the town.

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.

The magic of love is that it becomes our memory which we never can forget.

...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

When men do not forget what can be forgotten but forget what cannot be forgotten - that may be called true forgetting.

If you don't write it down, it never happened.Cathy (& Jack) Ryan

Dark, cool, musty, smoky, where light fell funny and everyone looked like someone you knew or wanted to know. Or, more likely, wanted to forget.

It is easy to create a memory, but it is almost impossible to forget.

Sometimes forgetting is the gift that we give ourselves

In the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. And when you leave, don't forget why you came...

I shall never forget you. I have never forgotten anyone whom I once knew. My life has never been crowded, and seems not likely to be so.

Memory lane is not a road I like to go down. But that's the only way to remember not to forget.

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.

It is warm, I am alive, I am calm and sad, I hardly know why. In this existence so even, so tranquil, and so gentle as I have here, I am in an element that weakens me morally while strengthening me physically; and I fall into melancholies of honey and roses which are none the less melancholy. It seems to me that all those I love forget me, and that it is justice, because I live a selfish life having nothing to do for any one of them.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.