forgetting

Everyone plays a purpose, even fathers who lie to you or leave you behind. Time takes care of all that pain so if someone derails you, it'll be okay eventually.

Always give without remembering and always receive without forgetting.

During the last ten years of his life my father gradually lost the power of speech. At first he simply had trouble calling up certain words or would say similar words instead and then immediately laugh at himself. In the end he had only a handful of words left, and all his attempts at saying anything more substantial resulted in one of the last sentences he could articulate: 'That's strange.'Whenever he said 'That's strange,' his eyes would express an infinite astonishment at knowing everything and being able to say nothing. Things lost their names and merged into a single, undifferentiated reality. I was the only one who by talking to him could temporarily transform that nameless infinity into the world of clearly named entities.

Pronaci cemo se.Onda kada i vreme zaboravi na nas.Pronaci ces me negde u sebi,tu gde se krijes iza laznih i prolaznih ociju.

Kayleigh was right. Without the pills, you really do feel nothing.And nothing can be nice.

But God has also given us the power to forget, so that when the tragedy is over we carry on as normal.

I pour blood on my naiveté, your apathy, and your betrayal tonight.

When I say I'm going to forget you I know it's impossible to forget someone I once knew. What I want is to erase you from my thoughts and purge you from my memories. I'm saying it's what I wish for, not what is or could ever be.

Forgetting is not forgettingForgetting is __etting things pass__hen Existence opens up to EssenceAnd rises above and beyondThe path of Transcendence opensLove goes beyond DeathThe body disappears The person livesIn LoveAnd in this LoveRemembrance is born(Page 91)

She sat there reading; cool, calm and collected. "You could ruin his life with that information," her friend reported triumphantly. The woman sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "If I did he would never forget me," she replied. "Besides...I don't care enough about his life to concern myself with what he does with it as long as he doesn't concern himself with thoughts of me." Her friend furrowed her brows. "Why?" she asked. The woman set her book down, leaned forward provocatively and said, "Because then I'd have to think of him too.

Too late for that now,_ the Eldest Leprechaun said. __he damage is done. Give the thing a name, and it takes shape. They gave a name and a shape to the force that__ always hated us. It__ everything we__e not. It__ New Ireland, it__ money for money__ sake, brown paper envelopes stuffed full of bribes__he turn of mind that says that the old__ only good for theme parks, and the new is all there needs to be. It__ been getting stronger and stronger all this while.And now that it__ more important to the people living in the city than we are, it__ become physically real.

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before,I go on like before, alone in the field.It__ like my head had been lowered,And if I think this, and raise my headAnd the golden sun dries the need to cry I can__ stop having.How vast the field and interior love... !I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.

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

In Irena__ head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears.

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

And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry,uttered the words: __e has turned round_ __he comprehended nothing and said softly: __ho?

. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonementfinite and forgetting and whole__ut time in its preservingwill not permit forgetting; destroyingonly when we can no longer begor argue with time to preserve the brief benisonsa few moments longer than our sins

That's the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget.