David Levithan Quotes

Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.

The things we remember best are those better forgotten.

Certain experiences you never forget, no matter how old you become.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

Frankly, it is very hard to remember things from the 1970s.

Over time, I've paid attention, taken notes and forgotten easily half of everything I've gone through.

The stream of thought flows on; but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is confined to a few moments, hours or days. Others, again, leave vestiges which are indestructible, and by means of which they may be recalled as long as life endures.

The inability to forget is far more devastating than the inability to remember.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

I just don't want to forget this first day of the rest of my life!

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

People forget years and remember moments.

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.

Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary.

But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

... the irony of life is not that you cannot forget but that you can.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.

Funny how certain things stay with you.