Kelley Armstrong Quotes

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

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

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

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

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

I have a beautiful address book a friend gave me in 1966. I literally cannot open it again. Ever. It sits on the shelf with over a hundred names crossed out. What is there to say? There are no words. I'll never understand why it happened to us.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

Only medical hypnosis is capable of opening up amnesia.

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 can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.

Boy, you know, it's amazing how your brain can turn into a sieve, and you can literally forget episodes that you have shot.

I was sick. I guess I was about to crack up thinking about all my good buddies. They were better men than me and they're not coming back. Much less back to the White House, like me.

Some of my memories will never return. They are lost - along with the crippling feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Not a tremendous price to pay.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

I rarely think about my childhood. It's a slippery thing I can't keep hold of for long - it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

He didn't want to remember anymore. remembering only hurt him... everytime.

You probably wouldn't remember. I probably couldn't forget.