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If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.
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forgetting
hate
inspirational
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
letting-go
life
life-and-living
living
strength
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C. JoyBell C. |
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Well, no
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forgetting
heartbreak
inspirational
living
love
moving-on
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Pablo Neruda |
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Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
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death
forget
forgetting
immortality
life
live-forever
mortality
sleep
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H. Rider Haggard |
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This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.
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forgetting
love
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James Patterson |
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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.
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dreaming
dreamless
dreams
forgetting
sleep
tired
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Fernando Pessoa |
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To be able to forget means sanity.
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forgetting
sanity
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Jack London |
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there's nothing to discuss there's nothing to remember there's nothing to forget it's sad and it's not sad seems the most sensible thing a person can do is sit with drink in hand as the walls wave their goodbye smiles one comes through it all with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery then leaves some accept the possibility of God to help them get through others take it staight on and to these I drink tonight.
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bukowski
death
forget
forgetting
god
goodbye
goodbyes
help
independence
life
love
poem
poetry
sad
sadness
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Charles Bukowski |
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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)
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endure
forgetting
grief
memory
remembering
sorrow
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Ron Rash |
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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.
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forgetting
meaningless
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Milan Kundera |
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He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined - the taste of gin at mid-day, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping from perch to perch.
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forgetting
memory
moment
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Graham Greene |
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In Irena's 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.
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drinking
forget
forgetting
love
personality
poet
poetry
sex
writing
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Milan Kundera |
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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.
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forgetting
mourning
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Natsuo Kirino |
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You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.
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challenges
difficulty
experiences
feelings
forgetting
forgiveness
memories
mistakes
regret
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Lois Lowry |
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I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else-what do they look like to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?
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forget
forgetting
forgotten
hate
kill
men
unicorns
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Peter S. Beagle |
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Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.
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anxious
blank-mind
brain
forgetting
going-blank
lost-thoughts
panic
panic-attack
spelling-bee
the-human-mind
the-mind
thinking
thoughts
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Gillian Flynn |
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She's sure, absolutely sure, that what she's waiting for will happen, just the way she wants it to; and I'm so uncertain, so fearful my dreams will end up forgotten somewhere, someday, like a piece of string and a paperclip lying in a dish.
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forgetting
sadness
uncertainty
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Lois Lowry |
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Their message will never be decoded, not only because there is no key to it, but also because people have no patience to listen to it in an age when the accumulation of messages old and new is such that their voices cancel one another out. Today history is no more than a thin thread of the remembered stretching over an ocean of the forgotten, but time moves on, and an epoch of millennia will come which the inextensible memory of the individual will be unable to encompass; whole centuries and millennia will therefore fall away, centuries of painting and music, centuries of discoveries, of battles, of books, and this will be dire, because man will lose the notion of his self, and his history, unfathomable, unencompassable, will shrivel into a few schematic signs destitute of all sense.
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czech
decode
enigma
forgetting
history
messages
myth
novel
past
signs
symbols
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Milan Kundera |
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Their message will never be decoded... because people have no patience to listen to it in an age when the accumulation of messages old and new is such that their voices cancel one another out. Today history is no more than a thin thread of the remembered stretching over an ocean of the forgotten, but time moves on, and an epoch of millennia will come which the inextensible memory of the individual will be unable to encompass; whole centuries and millennia will therefore fall away, centuries of painting and music, centuries of discoveries, of battles, of books, and this will be dire, because man will lose the notion of his self, and his history, unfathomable, unencompassable, will shrivel into a few schematic signs destitute of all sense.
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czech
decode
enigma
forgetting
history
messages
myth
novel
past
signs
symbols
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Milan Kundera |
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The prerequisite of originality is the art of forgetting, at the proper moment, what we know.
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creation
creativity
forgetting
originality
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Arthur Koestler |
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"Howlett speculated that the human cannabinoid system evolved to help us endure (and selectively forget) the routine slings and arrows of life "so that we can get up in the morning and do it all over again." It is the brain's own drug for coping with the human condition."
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forgetting
life
pain
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Michael Pollan |
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Kayleigh was right. Without the pills, you really do feel nothing. And nothing can be nice.
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as-they-slip-away
atu-series
drugs
feeling
forgetting
kayleigh
nothing
nothingness
numb
pills
right
selene
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Beth Revis |
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"Another result of the War of 1812 was the loss of part of our history. As historian Bruce Johansen put it, "A century of learning [from Native Americans] was coming to a close. A century and more of forgetting--of calling history into service to rationalize conquest--was beginning." After 1815 American Indians could no longer play what sociologists call the role of conflict partner--an important other who must be taken into account--so Americans forgot that Natives had ever been significant in our history. Even terminology changed: until 1815 the word had generally been used to refer to Native Americans; after 1815 it meant European Americans."
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forgetting
important-other
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James W. Loewen |
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Because in the end we forget everything, anyway. We're human; we're amnesia machines.
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forgetting
humanity
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Douglas Coupland |