Quotes About Erasure

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.

Every time a bit of information is erased, we know it doesn't disappear. It goes out into the environment. It may be horribly scrambled and confused, but it never really gets lost. It's just converted into a different form.

it stung, too, knowing that it was easier for his father to erase his only son's existence than it was for him to tolerate the disappointment of who his son really was.

Total species elimination

Wherever she exists, she labors: her work as homemaker or mother, as prostitute or nun, is erased because it's considered natural; her work in farm, factory, or office is marginalized because it's considered unskilled, transient, or migratory.

I'd taken a pink eraser to my childhood and blurred the pain.

Nihil Relinquere et Nihil Vestigi. It says 'to leave nothing behind and no trace.

But shame is not a pleasant feeling, and some Japanese politicians are always trying to change our children's history textbooks so that these genocides and tortures are not taught to the next generation. By changing our history and our memory, they try to erase all our shame.

By changing our history and our memory, they try to erase all our shame.

When the shadow of death blots out my joy And erases the face of the sun Give me strength to endure, hope to believe That living and dying are one.

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She was so quiet. So reflective. And she could erase herself, her spirit, with a swiftness that truly startled, when she knew the people around her could not respect it.

Growing up gay is still a very isolating and annihilating experience for too many young people. While you are a gay little boy, our society—in its classrooms, its playgrounds, its religious institutions—has no place for you and doesn't want you to exist. You are erased. A gay little boy doesn't know who he can turn to, doesn't know who to trust. He hears people whispering, he watches TV, and he realizes how unsafe the world can be if you don't fit in.

Only through acknowledgment of the erasure and void of Jewish life can the history of Berlin and Europe have a human future.

Granddad is more like Mummy than like me. He's erased his old life by spending money on a replacement one.

There's nothing in our whole house that says he ever lived with us, except me. Why are you allowed to erase my father and I'm not allowed to " "Erase yourself?" Mummy says.

Silence is a protective coating over pain." I understood, and I managed to erase Granny Tipper from conversation, the same way I had erased my father. Not happily, but thoroughly.

The premier achievement of human history, they said, the triumph of memory over the obliterating forces of destruction and erasure.

It's dirty and wormholed, colonized with mold, as though fungal hyphae, time, and water have collaborated to make an erasure poem.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

The history of blackness is also a history of erasure.

The thing is, most of us Indigenous people do have to consciously pull together our identities. We've endured centuries of being erased and sentenced to live in a replacement culture.

I'd taken a pink eraser to my childhood and blurred the pain.

Less is having a memory from nearly thirty years before: walking out of an Erasure concert with his friend, stoned, learning that the Democrats had retaken the Senate, and walking into this bar and declaring: "We want to sleep with a Republican! Who's a Republican?" And every man in the place raising his hand.