#forget

النسيان خطًى يبلغ المرء فى نهايتها مشارف حبّ جديد ↗

— أحلام مستغانمي

#love #sadness #love

The clock ticks; the taunting rhythm serving as a reminder that forward is the only way we can go. The mechanical heartbeat of the darkness, a cold ellipsis, punctuating years gone by. Arising unchained. No glorious hymn, just the steady beat of the illusion of time. We heal or we carry forward the weight of our wounds... To believe otherwise is the mendacity of desperation. Arising honestly. The miles behind are littered with the weight of nostalgia, but too many miles lay ahead us to carry the weight. In the end, even echoes fade away. Pen in hand... Arising to write the next chapter. (MU Articles 2013, Dedication to Joey) ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#forgetting-the-past #future #letting-go #life #love

Some people love and forget Some forget and love While some don't love at all But still remember whom they loved ↗

— Amit Abraham

#forget #love #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

I love books where I can't wait to turn every page, songs that grab me the first time I hear them, and films that make me totally forget about the craft because I am totally engaged in the story. ↗

— John Grooters

#forget #grab #story #love

Life is beautifully tragic. Giving it up isn't the hard part; it's the living part that everyone struggles with. ↗

— Allison Blanchard

#inspirational #life-and-death #love #beauty

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

And I'll never forget the first time I took the possibility to project sound every day for six or seven hours with special devices which were built for me. ↗

— Karlheinz Stockhausen

#day #devices #every #every day #first

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#lover #oblivion #opiate #sleep #travel

Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again? ↗

— A. A. Milne

#did #ever #forget #start #stop