Enrique Pena Nieto Quotes

People sometimes forget when you remember, but they always remember when you forget.

When I need names they drop out of my head; when I don't need them they drop back.

Memory is the thing you forget with.

My teammates will tell you I find it hard to remember what happened two weeks earlier, let alone what happened a decade and a half back.

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area.

Tip-of-the-tongue syndrome is when people almost remember something but need a computer, or someone else, to help them find it. The problem is, our brains have always been terrible at remembering details. They were like that way before the Internet came along.

One of the strangest aspects of living with certain kinds of memory loss is knowing that the forgetting is happening.

My memory's pretty much gone.

I am terrible with people's names.

I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.

You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.

I don’t remember the name of the last opponent I have had.

I have been forgetting things for years - at least since I was in my 30s. I know this because I wrote something about it at the time; I have proof. Of course I can't remember exactly where I wrote about it or when, but I could probably hunt it up if I had to.

I've always been forgetful.

Memory is this one attempt to not be erased by time. And I think that ties back to what I learned watching my grandmother lose her memories is, you know, we are all facing erasure eventually.

You don't just forget things overnight.

I do dream. I mean, I must every night, right? But I only remember a couple a year.

I have an excellent memory - for books and authors, that is. I remember all the books I've read.

I have always been a little bit forgetful.

It is forgetting, not remembering, that is the essence of what makes us human. To make sense of the world, we must filter it. "To think," Borges writes, "is to forget.

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.

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.