Quotes About Oblivion

Sweet is the oblivion of sleep; But sweeter far is the sleep beyond oblivion.

I'm beneath notice. As it should be. [...] then I'm gone as if I've never been here. And soon, it will be as though I never were. I am going to join Lola in the memory hole. It is my proper place. It is where I deserve to be consigned. [...] Once she forgets me, maybe then she can remember. And that, more than anything, will count as me doing something productive.

Dying is nothing. You have to know how to disappear.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Syme had ceased to exist: he had never existed.

Posterity will never hear of you. You will be lifted clean out from the stream of history. We shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you; not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. You will never have existed.

In the last decade, most of her friends—even those who'd not gone to war—had let the concept of God be beaten away in torrents of Vietnamese rain, burned in the jungles, or obliterated in a blast that claimed a village. A world of such atrocities could not be under the jurisdiction of a compassionate God, and who wanted to believe in an uncompassionate God?

To be honest, I don't remember what happened in '95, '96 and '97. It was hard years. My memory is deleting.

How quickly the world plows us under, she thought with a pang. For two generations, maybe three, we lived on. After that, we're nothing more than a name, or—her eye fell on one of Great-Aunt Minerva's chairs standing like a sentry against the wall—a part of the furniture.

Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.

The affair is over, but at least things have gone somewhere, if only into oblivion. And maybe oblivion is what I wanted all along.

shall grow dry and pale and paper-thin—like a leaf, pressed tight inside the pages of a dreary black book and then forgotten.

Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

Time doesn't obey our commands. You cannot make it holy just because it is disappearing.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.

Les murs sont infiniment nus. Rien n'y est suspendu, rien de les définit. Ils sont dépourvus de texture. Même à l'œil le plus aguerri ou aux doigts les plus sensibles, ils demeurent illisibles. Vous ne trouverez jamais ici la moindre marque. Aucune trace ne survit. Les murs effacent tout. Ils sont en permanence lavés de toute trace. Obliques, à jamais obscurs et vierges. On a là le parfait panthéon de l'absence.

Il mio oblio è Hailey. Per un istante. E per sempre. Al di là del tempo. Perché ora siamo fuori dal tempo. Siamo contemporaneamente.

Black holes mean oblivion. Mean death. And Hawking has been staring at death all his adult life. Hawking could see.

On the day the world is blown up, the playwright whose show opened the night before will be leafing past the news section of the Times to find his review--as he ascends through the stratosphere, oblivious.

Our responsibility, in medicine, is to deal with human beings as they are. People die only once. They have no experience to draw on. They need doctors and nurses who are willing to have the hard discussions and say what they have seen, who will help people prepare for what is to come--and escape a warehoused oblivion that few really want.

Such a system reduces work to a travesty of necessities, a duty by which we earn bread or oblivion for ourselves and those we love. But this is tantamount to blinding a painter and then telling her to improve her work, and to enjoy the act of painting. It is not only next to impossible, it is also profoundly cruel.

I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.

Ghost stories appeal to our craving for immortality. If you can be afraid of a ghost, then you have to believe that a ghost may exist. And if a ghost exists, then oblivion might not be the end.