We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

I believe we forget who we are over time, and in our state of forgetfulness we struggle and employ all kinds of learned behaviors that don't necessarily help us or bring us happiness. Each of us has a self that exists undamaged and whole, from the moment we are born waiting to be reclaimed.

One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are

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

Time goes by at such a pace,it's funny how it's easy to forget her face

In violence we forget who we are.

You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget
I'll say it is easily done,
you just pick anyone,
and pretend that you never have met

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

The precise person you are now is fleeting, just like all the other people you’ve been.

People change and forget to tell each other.

We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic.