Amnesia Quotes

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Steven Wright
“Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.”
Steven Wright

Rick Riordan
“Percy scowled. "I-I know you."
Nico raised his eyebrows. "Do you?”
Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

Nathan Reese Maher
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.”
Nathan Reese Maher

Alice   Miller
“Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history. They continue to live in their repressed childhood situation, ignoring the fact that is no longer exists, continuing to fear and avoid dangers that, although once real, have not been real for a long time.”
Alice Miller, The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self

5 Seconds of Summer
“I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all

The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone
I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around

It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on
It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long

It's like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before
And you'd never slip away
And you'd never hear me say

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all
No, I'm really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I'm really not fine at all”
5 Seconds of Summer

Robert Ludlum
“I see things and I hear things I do not understand. I'm a skilled, resourceful... vegetable!”
Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity

“Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up”
Flora Rheta Schreiber, Sybil: The Classic True Story of a Woman Possessed by Sixteen Personalities

Michael Crichton
“Briefly stated, the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect is as follows. You open the newspaper to an article on some subject you know well. In Murray's case, physics. In mine, show business. You read the article and see the journalist has absolutely no understanding of either the facts or the issues. Often, the article is so wrong it actually presents the story backward—reversing cause and effect. I call these the "wet streets cause rain" stories. Paper's full of them.

In any case, you read with exasperation or amusement the multiple errors in a story, and then turn the page to national or international affairs, and read as if the rest of the newspaper was somehow more accurate about Palestine than the baloney you just read. You turn the page, and forget what you know.

That is the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect. I'd point out it does not operate in other arenas of life. In ordinary life, if somebody consistently exaggerates or lies to you, you soon discount everything they say. In court, there is the legal doctrine of falsus in uno, falsus in omnibus, which means untruthful in one part, untruthful in all. But when it comes to the media, we believe against evidence that it is probably worth our time to read other parts of the paper. When, in fact, it almost certainly isn't. The only possible explanation for our behavior is amnesia.”
Michael Crichton

“After writing the letter Sybil lost almost two days. "Coming to," she stumbled across what she had written just before she had dissociated and wrote to Dr. Wilbur as follows: It's just so hard to have to feel, believe, and admit that I do not have conscious control over my selves. It is so much more threatening to have something out of hand than to believe that at any moment I can stop (I started to say "This foolishness") any time I need to. When I wrote the previous letter, I had made up my mind I would show you how I could be very composed and cool and not need to ask you to listen to me nor to explain anything to me nor need any help. By telling you that all this about the multiple personalities was not really true I could show, or so I thought, that I did not need you. Well, it would be easier if it were put on. But the only ruse of which I'm guilty is to have pretended for so long before coming to you that nothing was wrong. Pretending that the personalities did not exist has now caused me to lose about two days.”
Flora Rheta Schreiber, Sybil: The Classic True Story of a Woman Possessed by Sixteen Personalities

Ambrose Bierce
“This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation.”
Ambrose Bierce, The Moonlit Road and Other Ghost and Horror Stories

Lynn Raye Harris
“Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.”
Lynn Raye Harris, Strangers in the Desert

Paula Weston
“Rafa straightens. ‘'Just let me figure a few things out.’'

‘'Like why you didn’t help me?’'

He shrugs, unrepentant. ‘'I thought it was an act. It didn’t cross my mind you wouldn’t fight.’'

‘'If I knew how to fight, Rafa, you wouldn’t still be conscious.’'

That brings a quick grin to his face. ‘'See, now that gives me hope all’s not lost. You’re still in there somewhere.’'

‘'Who’s still in here? Who is it you and those psychopaths think I am?’'

His smile fades. ‘'You really don’t know.”
Paula Weston, Shadows

Beck
“Every time you go in, it's like starting over. You don't know how you did the other records. You're learning all over. It's some weird musician amnesia, or maybe the road wipes it out.”
Beck

James Dashner
“Thomas thought about how he’d always felt a connection to her, ever since she arrived in the Glade. He wanted to dig a little more and see what she said:
-What are you talking about?
-Wish I knew. I’m just trying to bounce ideas off you to see if it sparks anything in your mind.”
James Dashner, The Maze Runner

5 Seconds of Summer
“I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all
No, I'm really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I'm really not fine at all”
5 Seconds of Summer

Kate Mulgrew
“So many memories have dissipated in the mind-blunting of that period, when every thought, every feeling, every action was born out of intense anxiety.”
Kate Mulgrew, How to Forget: A Daughter's Memoir

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Desperateness sometimes makes us do something that gives someone, or some people, the impression that we suffer from forgetfulness.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Jean Baudrillard
“We shall never know now whether Nazism, the concentration camps or Hiroshima were intelligible or not: we are no longer part of the same mental universe. Victim and executioner are interchangeable, responsibility is diffrangible, dissoluble - such are the virtues of our marvellous interface. We no longer have the strength that forgetting gives: our amnesia is an amnesia of the image. Since everyone is guilty, who will declare an amnesty? As for autopsy, no one believes any longer in the anatomical accuracy of the facts: we have only models to work on. Even supposing the facts lay shining bright before our eyes, they would still not have the power to prove or convince. Consider how continual scrutiny of Nazism, of the gas chambers and so on, has merely rendered them less and less comprehensible, so that it has eventually become logical to ask an incredible question: 'But, in the last reckoning, did all those things really exist?' The question is perhaps an intolerable one, but the interesting thing here is what it is that makes it logically possible. And in fact what makes it possible is the media's way of replacing any event, any idea, any history, with any other, with the result that the more we scrutinize the facts, the more carefully we study details with a view to identifying causes, the greater is the tendency for them to cease to exist, and to cease to have existed.”
Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena

Steven Magee
“Forgetting about appointments has become a normal aspect of life for me.”
Steven Magee

Lynne Ewing
“An hour later Tianna was walking toward Planet Bang, wearing a sweater shell with sequins and an ankle-grazing skirt slit up the sides to the top of her thighs. She glanced at the waning moon and stopped. There was something important she had to do before the moon turned dark and it was in some way connected to Justin and Mason, but what? She stared at the sky as she continued, hoping the memory would come to her the way soccer and skateboarding had.
When she rounded the corner, the music grew louder. A neon sign throbbed pink, blue, green, and orange lights over the kids waiting to go inside. She recognized some of them. It seemed as if everyone had come with a friend or friends. Their heads turned and watched her as she walked to the end of the line.
She spread her hands through her hair and arched her back. As long as they were going to stare, she might as well give them a show. She twisted her body and stuck one long leg out from the slit in her skirt. Guys smiled back at her as she stretched her arms in a sexy pose. The girls mostly turned away, pretending they hadn't been checking out their competition.”
Lynne Ewing, The Lost One

Curtis Tyrone Jones
“You never forget how to dance, you just learn to filter the calls. You never forget how to play, you just need bigger balls. You stopped letting yourself fly and became an old fart. You didn’t forget how to love, you’re just using the balls in your head instead of the eyes of your heart.”
Curtis Tyrone Jones

Charlotte Armstrong
“How curiously we are made. … The needle of life writes in the wax of the brain, and the record is our memories. Does the needle lift from the wax and leave no record? Or does a fog come down? What can we say? Do you know, I think the miracle is not that we sometimes can forget, but that we remember so much, so well. [Luther Grandison]”
Charlotte Armstrong, The Unsuspected

“Aresztowanie Gomułki w latach stalinizmu zmazywało przynajmniej częściowo jego wcześniejsze zbrodnie. To prawda, komunista, odpowiedzialny za powojenne bezeceństwa, ale przecież sam też przez komunistów szykanowany. Przez te lata w odosobnieniu znalazł się po stronie cierpiących Polaków. Na nikogo lepszego wówczas nie mogli liczyć.”
Piotr Lipiński, Gomułka. Władzy nie oddamy

K. Weikel
“You are you even without your memories.”
K. Weikel, Replay: Reboot

Anca Antoci
“Well, I'm naked... You're naked, we're in the same bed, and I don't remember coming here willingly. Put yourself in my shoes, what would you think?"
"You weren't wearing any when I found you."
"Wearing what?" He saw the confusion on her face and explained further.
"Shoes... You were barefoot when I found you."
"You found me? Where?"
"In the woods, two nights ago.”
Anca Antoci, Forget Me Not

Steven Magee
“I cannot remember’ is the most frequent sentence that my girlfriend hears.”
Steven Magee

Lana Lowe
“I must remind myself that I'm probably as much a stranger to them as they are to me.”
Lana Lowe, How Yellow Fades

Stewart Stafford
“Fortunately, most of our vital physiological functions are involuntary, as some amongst us would forget them.”
Stewart Stafford

Deborah Bravandt
“Earth is a machine-like simulation that depends on humans creating emotions with their Shadow Bodies in order to suck divine love into this simulated reality. If you are enlightened, you cannot be controlled thus intruder races focused on DNA tampering in order to create amnesia of god realization and forgetfulness of your Higher Self aspects.”
Deborah Bravandt

Elizabeth Lowell
“I have told you,” Duncan said. “Until my memory returns, I can’t ask for Amber’s hand.”
“But you can take the rest of her, is that it?”
Duncan’s face darkened.
“The people of the keep are whispering,” Erik said. “Soon they will be talking openly about a foolish maid who lies with a man who has no intention of—”
“She has not—” Duncan began.
“Leave off,” Erik snarled. “It will come as surely as sparks fly upward! The passion between the two of you is strong enough to taste. I’ve seen nothing like it in my life.”
Silence was Duncan’s only response.
“Do you deny this?” Erik challenged.
Duncan closed his eyes. “No.”
Erik looked at Amber. “I needn’t ask you about your feelings. You look like a gem lit from within... You burn.”
“Is that such a terrible thing?” she asked painfully. “Should I be ashamed that I have finally found what every other woman takes for granted?”
“Lust,” Erik said bluntly.
“Nay! The profound pleasure of touching someone and not feeling pain.”
Shocked, Duncan looked at Amber. He started to ask what she meant, but she was talking again, her words urgent, driven by the tension that vibrated through her.
“Passion is part of it,” Amber said. “But only part. There is peace as well. There is laughter. There is...joy.”“
There is also prophecy,” Erik shot back. “Do you remember it?”
FORBIDDEN / 147”
Elizabeth Lowell, Forbidden

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