Roland Barthes Quotes

Only what?” I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. “Only… more human.” And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. “Get out,” I said.

I don't remember feeling love.

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

Did you forget? I'm a heartless wretch!

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

I have an amazing ability to forget.

I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

I cannot remember much, I cannot feel much. Maybe erasure is necessary. Maybe the human spirit defends itself as the body does, attacking infection, enveloping and destroying those malignancies that would otherwise consume us.

I always feel like I'm forgetting things.

It's nice to be able to forget.

I’d wanted emotion but couldn’t find it here, so I settled for motion.

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

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.

There is a permanent amnesia planted in us, which just as we keep forgetting our dreams, we sometimes keep on forgetting our reality.

If I have something I like to forget, then I forget it.

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.

Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.

I'm sorry. I don't recall

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Forgetfulness transforms every occurrence into a non-occurrence.

I have moments like that alot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. -- Percy Jackson

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?