Maybe that's how I learned to handle my deep hurt—by forgetting.

She knew that ancient evils could be left behind. One could choose not to remember. One did not have to dig into the slime pits of old anger and old hate. Forgetting was possible.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

I forgot, over and over, that the fact of my wanting something wasn’t enough to make it happen.

You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.

I was so absorbed in the things that I couldn’t change, I forgot the most important thing.

When you’ve lost sight of the magic of the little things, it’s not because the magic has gone elsewhere, only that you’ve chosen to disregard it in favor of something else.

I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.

What we do not wish to remember we sometimes hide. That which we hide long enough is sometimes forgotten altogether, even if it never forgets itself.

COINCIDENCE You weren’t paying attention to the other half of what was going on.

How did the other Mechanics miss this? Or maybe they didn’t. Maybe they chose to miss it. Maybe they didn’t see anything that didn’t match their own predetermined theories.

What I cannot love, I overlook.

I had prioritized one thing at the expense of everything.