#forget

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 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

Love you always, miss you always... running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow. Never look back, never forget. ↗

— Jessica Day George

#love #mon #never-forget #sun #love

I shall never forget the despair and agony on the parents' faces on the awful day of the funeral when the 13 little children, victims not only of John D. Rockefeller, but of the government of the state of Colorado were buried. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

#awful #buried #children #colorado #day

When a man forgets himself, he usually does something everybody else remembers. ↗

— James Coco

#else #everybody #everybody else #forgets #himself

The critics tend to forget their own answers after a while. ↗

— Gina Gershon

#answers #critics #forget #own #tend

The remedy for wrongs is to forget them. ↗

— Publilius Syrus

#remedy #them #wrongs

If you don't love yourself, you can't love anybody else. And I think as women we really forget that. ↗

— Jennifer Lopez

#else #forget #i #i think #love

People in cities may forget the soil for as long as a hundred years, but Mother Nature's memory is long and she will not let them forget indefinitely. ↗

— Henry Cantwell Wallace

#cities #forget #hundred #indefinitely #long

I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget. ↗

— Henry Miller

#candlelight #caves #desires #forget #leviathan