#forgetfulness

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

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #observation #funny

Space, like time, engenders forgetfulness; but it does so by setting us bodily free from our surroundings and giving us back our primitive, unattached state ... Time, we say, is Lethe; but change of air is a similar draught, and, if it works less thoroughly, does so more quickly. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#body #constraints #forgetfulness #freedom #lethe

There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries. ↗

— Sophocles

#even #forgetfulness #miseries #pleasure #present

Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#bitterness #forgetfulness #anger

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#forgetting #happiness #memory #happy

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

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