Sometimes I forget some of the things I've done. I recently recalled that after Watergate I went away by myself to Tahiti for a month, moving from island to island. That was a point in my life where I didn't know what was next.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There are few moments in my life where I really remember what I was doing.
I can be like that: forgetting how hard it was to do something after I'm past it.
I have been forgetting things for years - at least since I was in my 30s. I know this because I wrote something about it at the time; I have proof. Of course I can't remember exactly where I wrote about it or when, but I could probably hunt it up if I had to.
There's a lot of days where you feel forgotten.
Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?
You get to a point in your life where you go, 'I don't remember what I did.'
In this bright future you can't forget your past.
I don't live in the past at all; I'm always wanting to do something new. I make a point of constantly trying to forget and get things out of my mind.
I make such big efforts to forget things and I can't tell the story of my life because, thank God, I'm still living it.
I've forgotten what it's like to remember. I've lost the mindless confidence that a moment, an idea, a thought will be there for me later, the bravado of breezing through experience in the certainty that it will become part of my self, part of my story.