Quotes About Oblivion

Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.

Ignorance is not bliss - it is oblivion.

It was hard saying goodbye to that oblivion they call childhood.

I think about fanaticism - oblivion awaits, especially for minor writers, so you have to be a fanatic; you have to be a crank to keep going, but on the other hand, what else would you do with the rest of your life? You gotta do something.

There never was a democracy yet where the people didn't vote themselves into oblivion.

People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

I'm going into politics because I think that the kind of discourse taking place in Israel is leading this country to oblivion, and I want to change it.

I couldn't live without Radio 1. They condemned me to oblivion, but they're what I grew up with.

After winning a medal, many athletes give up and go into oblivion, the reason being lack of encouragement.

Me? I'm nothing. I'm a fart in the air conditioning. I'm always there, but most of the time nobody knows it.

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.

There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.

If you start forgetting you're already lost.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to nonsignificance.

What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul. Of what would you repent? Nothing. Nothing? One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

Zapomeneš, co si chceš pamatovat a pamatuješ si, co chceš zapomenout.

In their images they had thought to find some small immortality but oblivion cannot be appeased.

Esquecemo-nos de algumas coisas, não é? Sim. Esquecemo-nos do que queríamos recordar e recordamos o que queríamos esquecer.

Although it's not just plants and animals that die out, so do books. Quite often, I'm sorry to say. I'm sure you could fill a hundred houses like this one to the roof with all the books that have disappeared forever.

In books I meet the dead as if they were alive, in books I see what is yet to come … All things decay and pass with time … all fame would fall victim to oblivion if God had not given mortal men the book to aid them. Richard de Bury, The Philobiblon