Julia Leigh Quotes

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

Why is it that I can remember so easily the lyrics to the opening theme song of 'Gilligan's Island?' Why do I remember these trivial things, and I can't remember the names of important collaborators?

I never forget, remember that. Not an action, not a name, not a face.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

My memory's bad!

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them.

A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness.

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

People do not connect with what happened last week, let alone what happened 20 years ago.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

Memory is the thing you forget with.

People can remember their childhood, but events from four or five years ago are in a never-never land.

I've always been forgetful.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person?

I can remember weird things from way back, but not what I had for breakfast.

You don't just forget things overnight.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

I'm not good at remembering things, in general.

Memory, in my opinion, is a complete noodle. It hangs on the silliest things but forgets the stuff that really matters.

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.

I think you remember everything ... you just can't bring it to mind all the time.

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

I feel that there is no such thing as ultimate forgetting; traces once impressed upon the memory are indestructible.

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

He who forgets will be destined to remember.