Quotes About Erasure

Public art claiming to represent our collective memory is just as often a work of historical erasure and political manipulation. It is just as often the violent inscription of myth over truth, a form of "over-writing"—one story overlaid and thus obscuring another—modeled in three dimensions

She didn't want to make anything right. She wanted to make it all go away.

I fear the dark. The dark is where preexistence abides. It is not possible to think of pre-existence, but one dreads its facsimile: post-existence. Do not erase, obliterate, or annihilate me. Mother, my mother. I will serve you. Use me in the wide world.

straightened the immaculate room as if to erase any sign of herself.

sometimes, the past should not only be forgotten, it should be destroyed.

The stigma of self-inflicted death is for some people a hateful blot that demands erasure at all costs.

The formula has been wiped completely from servers, backups, everywhere.

Anyway, the human heart being what it was, those who erased the past would in fact purge only the wisdom and preserve the evils.

Either you're the one erasing or you're the one being erased.

I must, however, bear in mind that my every move to erase previous events provokes a rain of new events, which complicate the situation worse than before and which I will then, in their turn, have to try to erase.

Doomsday, when it came, wouldn't be a physical phenomenon; it would be an all-inclusive erasure of simulectronic circuits.

To try to expunge an individual's history is a terrible violation.

It is a violation which has obsessed the tyrants of the twentieth century. They do not want simply to kill their opponents, but to liquidate them, to deny that they have ever existed.

They both knew that jealousy could rise like a tide, erasing events that had been scratched into the shore of your memory.

I wish I could turn off my feelings and erase all of my memories.

I wish I can delete you from my mind as easy as deleting some files on my computer!

I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prints, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forever.

In spite of the interventions of the black press, the antilynching movement, and U.S. popular culture, memories of the San Jose lynching, and the robust protest movement that followed, have disappeared. But this erasure is no anomaly: The desire to keep lynching a secret is a national pastime, and the impetus to forget is overwhelming.

When history is erased, people's moral values are also erased.

Now you go into oblivion.

Part of what the food industry does with public relations, just like the chemical industry or the oil industry, is to try to erase their fingerprints from their messaging.

Life is much, much more than is necessary and much, much more than any of us can bear, so we erase it or it erases us, we ourselves are an erasure of everything we have forgotten or don't know or haven't experiences, and on our deathbed, even that limited erased 'whole' becomes further diminished...

I would disappear, only to come home reinvented. I would be unrecognizable upon my fleeting returns. This fantasy was realized, but not quite the way I had intended. In deciding to remake myself, I managed to avoid the fact that I would also, by definition, have to erase what self there was to begin with. I began to wonder, many years later, if total erasure had been my intent all along.

That is how they stay so white: by refusing to accept blemish or history. Whiteness isn't about being something, it is about being no thing, nothing, an erasure. Covering over the truth with layers of blank reality just as the snowstorm was now covering our tent...(225)