Lo que se olvida es como si nunca hubiera sucedido

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

Memory is the thing you forget with.

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never happened or couldn't possibly have happened.

Without the faculty of forgetting, our past would weigh so heavily on our present that we should not have the strength to confront another moment, still less to live through it. Life would be bearable only to frivolous natures, those in fact who do not remember.

Memory is the art of forgetting.

How about forgetting? you say. Sometimes forgetting is better than remembering when nothing can be done. Forgetting is harder than you think, says Nyasha. Especially when something can be done. And ought to be. It's a question of choices.

Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die.

If I forgot what I have not been, I would forget myself.

What I forget not only ceases to exist, but never really existed in the first place.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

What you don't know may not hurt you, but what you don't remember always does.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.