A Quote by Augusto Roa Bastos

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them — © Augusto Roa Bastos
What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them
What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them.
'Fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming.
No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.
I usually arrive at the first rehearsal with a vague memory of most of it. But the real work happens in rehearsal, oddly enough, because what happens is that you match the words to the movement, and once you know where you're moving, then the words that accompany that movement become not locked into your mind and your brain and your whole body.
The body remembers what your mind forgets.
You'll never be a mature Christian until you understand that God remembers his promises and forgets your sins.
The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched lightly, a memory may flow out in a stream.
Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.
It is not simply what one remembers, but why. There are sites of amputation where the past is severed from the body of the present. Remembering only encourages the growth of phantom limbs. And it is not simply what one remembers, or why, but what to do with what one remembers, which of the scattered pieces to carry forward, what to protect and preserve, what to leave behind.
Loneliness remembers what happiness forgets
Wisdom remembers. Happiness forgets.
Flesh forgets. Bone remembers.
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
When I'm right, no one remembers.When I am wrong, no one forgets.
If words don't have vibration behind them, and a real feeling behind them, then they're just words.
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