Sarah Dessen Quotes

I have a hot memory, but I know I've forgotten many things, too, just squashed things in favor of survival.

He didn't want to remember anymore. remembering only hurt him... everytime.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

The bells cease, and the power goes from me, and I descend again to the world of the living; and if in some foolish confiding moment I try to explain why I want to re-live those old days, to tear the Truth out of the past so that all men shall see plainly, perhaps someone will say to me, 'Oh, the War! A tragedy - best forgotten.'

You can always forgive, you just can't really forget.

But one does not forget by trying to forget. One only remembers.

I don't know their names. Their names have been erased from my memory banks. If I tried to bring 'em back, I'd get shocked.

How do you forget something? You just walk away from it, those who are still alive. There are so few clearings in our hearts and minds, so few places where something can't grow on top of whatever happened to us before, and this is love too.

How easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.

Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?

It takes an extraordinary toll on me to re-live my experiences, the horrors of my past and the pain I had to endure. And yet, I believe remembering is the only way to promote healing, to promote awareness and accountability.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

The art of living your life has a lot to do with getting over loss. The less the past haunts you, the better.

One of the things that I share with Bryan Becket is this hole in my childhood memory. There's about five years of my life that's virtually gone. I've thought about it a lot, and I've come to the conclusion that it might be for my own protection that those memories are gone, and maybe I don't want to dredge up those things.

I feel like even if I was to, say, trip and fall over on the way to the car and scratch all my arm, by the time I got in the car, it would be blacked out in my head.

I came from a tough childhood. There was a lot of stuff that I'd actually forgotten or that I'd blocked or hidden away until I started addressing it.

Some things are better left buried and forgotten.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

The past is just something that's over.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing 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 was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn't.