#forgetting

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#heartbreak #inspirational #living #love #moving-on

The crime of loving is forgetting. ↗

— Maurice Chevalier

#forgetting #loving

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#kind #knowing #not knowing #painful #suffering

America's Facebook generation shows a submission to standardization that I haven't seen before. The American adventure has always been about people forgetting their former selves - Samuel Clemens became Mark Twain, Jack Kerouac went on the road. If they had a Facebook page, they wouldn't have been able to forget their former selves. ↗

— Jaron Lanier

#about #adventure #always #america #american

We'd have made more, but I kept forgetting to write songs down. ↗

— Chris Lowe

#forgetting #i #kept #made #more

Isn't elegance forgetting what one is wearing? ↗

— Yves Saint Laurent

#forgetting #wearing

Academic qualifications are important and so is financial education. They're both important and schools are forgetting one of them. ↗

— Robert Kiyosaki

#both #education #financial #forgetting #important

First, it doesn't surprise me that traditional music has experienced a kind of exhaustion in the 20th century - not forgetting that many musicians started to look outside the traditional structures of tonality. ↗

— Pierre Schaeffer

#century #exhaustion #experienced #first #forgetting

Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared. ↗

— Eric Gamalinda

#sad #love

His eyes betrayed a terrible truth about him, that his heart lay still in his chest, dead to the world from a tortuous 'goodbye' that he could never permanently forget. Though there did not exist a drink strong enough to repair such wounds, one did allow him to forget; if only for a night.. And so he drank whiskey. ↗

— Brian Patrick Gleason

#eyes #forgetting #love #lovers #sadness