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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There are few moments in my life where I really remember what I was doing.
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.
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.
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 would like to be forgotten. What's so good about being remembered?
I accomplished something big and that's a memory I will never forget.
I don't know what you're going through life doing if you're not really trying to collect some really great memories.
In this bright future you can't forget your past.
I remember rather little of my life, and what I do remember is of small consequence.
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.
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