#forge

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 mind. But these secrets were noisy things; they babbled and muttered behind the door, and so if he listened closely he might catch a snatch of something he once knew well. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#life #memories #thoughts #imagination

I'll never forget when we played Shepherd's Bush in London. We played 'I Run To You', and we put the mic out for the last chorus, and you could hear them singing the chorus with the beautiful accent that they have. ↗

— Hillary Scott

#beautiful #bush #chorus #could #forget

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#living #life

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

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

— Jorge Luis Borges

#love #woman #love

If during this time, or some other time we were separated, I wouldn't forget you. I'd recall how many years have passed knowing you. ↗

— Tomoko Yamashita

#love #remembrance #separation #love

Maybe, it is easier to forget the past, than to overcome the pain caused by it. Maybe, it is one of some other reasons, why men forget their prehuman ancestor. ↗

— Toba Beta

#forget-the-past #pain #prehuman #truth #men

You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life

I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window. ↗

— Pau Gasol

#bullet #catching #days #death #forget

The living mourn the dead for a time but they forget about them as days pass. The living are so selfish, so spoilt, so taken with the very act of living that they don't remember long. ↗

— Natsuo Kirino

#forgetting #mourning #death