I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Our struggle is also a struggle of memory against forgetting.

Often in life we forget the things we should remember and remember the things we should forget.

And we forget because we must

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to.

And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends us in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.

We forget what we have heard if we do not write it down.

no podemos ser lo que recordamos,
ni nos atrevemos a pensar en lo que somos.

También conseguimos engañar a nuestra memoria. A fuerza de repetirnos lo que hubiéramos debido hacer, termina por parecernos imposible no haberlo hecho.

there is nothing that imprints a thing so vividly on our memory as the desire to forget it.

Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don't exist.

What you don't know may not hurt you, but what you don't remember always does.

Memory is the art of forgetting.