#forgetful

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#freedom #memory #freedom

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

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#bless #blessed #blunders #forget #forgetful

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. ↗

— James Beattie

#day #forgetfulness #grove #hamlet #heard

Forgetfulness - a gift of God bestowed upon debtors in compensation for their destitution of conscience. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#compensation #conscience #debtors #forgetfulness #gift

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead. ↗

— Alexander Smith

#dead #forgetfulness #grass #grows #like

The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones. ↗

— Billy Collins

#obedience

There is joy in self-forgetfulness. So I try to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness. ↗

— Helen Keller

#love #self-forgetfulness #love

He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommé, and the dinner-gong due any moment. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#forgetfulness #humor #poison #unhappiness #humor

Forgiveness: best for cleansing. Forgetfulness best for repetition. ↗

— Soul Dancer

#forgiveness #forgiveness