That man is never happy for the present is so true, that all his relief from unhappiness is only forgetting himself for a little while. Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.
Memory is the only afterlife I have ever believed in. But the forgetting inside us cannot be stopped. We are programmed to betray.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are
I spend all my time trying to keep thoughts away and ignore them....But here you are, trying to remember your own life, writing your thoughts down so that you don't forget. I suddenly realized what it would be like not to know, not to remember.
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.
