#forgetting

Diamonds are held under tons and tons of pressure, extremely high temperatures of fire and shuffled under shifting of tectonic plates, for a long, long time! Yet when they come out from there and are put on display for their beauty; does anybody stop to evaluate the diamond based upon all the shit it's been through and say "Remember that disgusting hole it used to be in? I bet it was hell in there!" No, people don't remember where a diamond has come from; they just see the beauty of it now. But it wouldn't have become so beautiful, you know, if not for all of that! So why should we look at other people, or at ourselves and evaluate them/ourselves based upon their/our pasts? Shouldn't we forget that? And only see the beauty that is in front of our eyes? Whatever it was, it made you beautiful! And that is what matters! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#forgetting-the-past #our-pasts #seeing-the-beauty-now #the-beauty-in-front-of-you #the-past

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#forgetting #change

You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#better #death #drink #eat #etc

The living mourn the dead for a time but they forget about them as days pass. The living are so selfish, so spoilt, so taken with the very act of living that they don't remember long. ↗

— Natsuo Kirino

#forgetting #mourning #death

My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams. ↗

— Stephen King

#memories #sad #dreams

Si quieres olvidarme date prisa, no me consuela tu amistad, tu duda... ↗

— Joaquin Sabina

#joaquin #love #sabina #dating

It takes so little, so infinitely little, for someone to find himself on the other side of the border, where everything - love, convictions, faith, history - no longer has meaning. The whole mystery of human life resides on the fact that it is spent in the immediate proximity of, and even in direct contact with, that border, that it is separated from it not by kilometers but by barely a millimeter. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#forgetting #meaningless #faith

We must forget in order to remain present, forget in order not to die, forget in order to remain faithful. ↗

— Marc Augé

#memory #oblivion #faith

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#chiefly #falling #forgetting #how #love