Conor Oberst Quotes

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

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.

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.

My great frustration is that, more and more, my memories come and go, and friends all my life are not recognized. Many of the things I say and do, I can no longer remember even right afterwards.

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!

I don’t remember.

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

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.

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

I just remembered that I'm absent minded... wait, I mean I lost my mind, I can't find it.

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.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.

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

out of sight,out of mind

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

That out of sight is out of mind is true of most we leave behind.

God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.

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

Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.

I constantly walk into a room and I don't remember why. But for some reason, I think there's going to be a clue in the fridge.

I don't even know my own phone number.

What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain