#forgetfulness

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

I do not bring forgiveness with me, nor forgetfulness. The only ones who can forgive are dead; the living have no right to forget. ↗

— Chaim Herzog

#bring #dead #forget #forgetfulness #forgive

If we experience any failures or setbacks, we do not forget them because they offend our self-esteem. Instead we reflect on them deeply, trying to figure out what went wrong and discern whether there are any patterns to our mistakes. ↗

— Robert Greene

#failures #forgetfulness #mistakes #offense #patterns

If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face, it is often safe to conjecture that, in sheer forgetfulness, he wore a red tie, or brown boots with evening dress. ↗

— Arthur Machen

#boots #brown #committed #conjecture #dreams

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#happiness #life

I never forget things. I just don't observe them in the first place. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #observation #funny

Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the way…Silence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, ‘there is joy is 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

#gratitude #joy #nature #self-forgetfulness #suffering