Cesare Lombroso Quotes

I knew there was something I had to do yesterday. I couldn't remember what it is. I can't figure it out. I know it's a holiday. I know I don't have a meeting. It's very confusing.

I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.

I can't even remember when the Seventies was.

I don’t remember.

Whether it's my age or my misspent youth, sometimes I forget whether I've worked with somebody or not.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

I need some meaning I can memorize. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

Great Time makes all things dim.

I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.

All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

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

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

There is nothing that makes a man more self-satisfied than a poor memory.

I'm horrified to find, as I look at these diaries of twenty-five years ago or more, that I don't remember who the people were. "Bill and Tony were constantly in and out. We went to La Jolla" - or something. I haven't the bluest idea who they were!

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.

When I don’t understand, I have an unbearable itch to know why.

To know much is often the cause of doubting more.

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.