#forgetfulness

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#forgetful #forgetfullness #forgetfulness #forgetting #memory

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

I have never seen such extreme partisanship, such bitter partisanship, and such forgetfulness of the fate of our fathers and of the Constitution. ↗

— Robert Byrd

#constitution #extreme #fate #fathers #forgetfulness

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#clouds #come #entire #forgetfulness #forgetting

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

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

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

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

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. ↗

— Jack London

#beyond #cannot #comes #complete #ecstasy