#forgetting

Every time somebody tries to go in and reinvent what we do, it always ends up being more about technology and sets, and flash and dash, forgetting the main thing, which is interesting people saying interesting, important things. ↗

— Diane Sawyer

#always #being #dash #ends #every

Because in the school of the Spirit man learns wisdom through humility, knowledge by forgetting, how to speak by silence, how to live by dying. ↗

— Johannes Tauler

#dying #forgetting #how #humility #knowledge

في القلب كانت جذوره أعمق من أن تقتلع .. إلا إذا اقتلع القلب نفسه ↗

— يوسف السباعي

#love-hurts #love

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

Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain. ↗

— Malcolm Lowry

#black #forgetting #i #inevitable #long

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#divorce #families #family-saga #forgetting #life

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier. ↗

— Jay Asher

#life #life

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d learned at five when her mother left – that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#death #forget #forgetting #immortality #life

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#dreaming #dreamless #dreams #forgetting #sleep