Bob Dylan Quotes

And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

It's nice to be able to forget.

It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.

I don't talk about the past.

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

I don't care about the past.

The past has nothing more to teach us. Then why not let it be …. We must look ahead …. Unless we learn to forget, we will be turned into a pillar of salt.

I try not to look back at anything I do. I avoid it like the plague.

I like people who have the capacity to forget. I think that to forget is a good thing. Forgetting is good. But sometimes I cannot. For me, I cannot.

I am blessed that I quickly forget things.

You have to forget about the bad memories and push on.

Whatever you did in the past is quickly forgotten.

There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her.

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

Sometimes things are better off forgotten.

To forget someone means to think of him.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?

Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence.

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

One of life's minor satisfactions is forgetting.