Augusto Roa Bastos Quotes

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

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

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

We have all forgot more than we remember.

Memory is the thing you forget with.

The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this.

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

Human memory is short and terribly fickle.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

The results would have stayed on the watch face until the batteries died. But trying to make time stand still this way would have been a mistake. It is just as important to erase times eventually as to save them at first.

I should remember more, and I have a pretty good memory.

Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.

It is curious to note how fragile the memory is, even for the important times in one's life. This is, moreover, what explains the fortunate fantasy of history.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.

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

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

I can't remember anything I ever wrote.

In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

We must remember that as the centuries go by, time will pass.

Never has the future become so rapidly the past.

People will forget me pretty quick.

You don't just forget things overnight.