#forgetting

I've been shooting the ball and running a little bit. It's just going out here now and forgetting that I've been out and try to get back in and make sure I know what's going on out there on the floor and that we're just not lost as a team. ↗

— Antonio Davis

#ball #been #bit #floor #forgetting

I never heard of an old man forgetting where he had buried his money! Old people remember what interests them: the dates fixed for their lawsuits, and the names of their debtors and creditors. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#creditors #dates #debtors #fixed #forgetting

We deliberately forget because forgetting is a blessing. On both an emotional level and a spiritual level, forgetting is a natural part of the human experience and a natural function of the human brain. It is a feature, not a bug, one that saves us from being owned by our memories. Can a world that never forgets be a world that truly forgives? ↗

— Tim Challies

#forgiveness #experience

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice. ↗

— James Patterson

#forgetting #love #forgiveness

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. ↗

— Joyce Cary

#forgiveness #genius #forgiveness

Love is so short, forgetting is so long. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#long #love #love is #short

We are turning against boys and forgetting a simple truth: that the energy, competitiveness, and corporal daring of normal, decent males is responsible for much of what is right in the world. ↗

— Christina Hoff Sommers

#competitiveness #corporal #daring #decent #energy

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

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

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