Quotes About Oblivion

Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow mild, love is with kinder looks beguiled, and Grief forgets her fondly cherish'd wound; oh, whither hast thou flown, indulgent god? God of kind shadows and of healing dews, whom dost thou touch with thy Lethaean rod? Around whose temples now thy opiate airs diffuse?

every night and was just about to miss the Metroliner—but only Joel recognized him. A forgotten nebbish who seriously thought for a little while he might be president. What was it like, to have had that dream obliterated, so long ago, and then go on living? Did he sometimes fall into it again, a little spurt of Possibilitase tricking him into imagining that maybe next year he would …

If the choice on offer is between pasta primavera mix with freeze-dried chicken chunks and being among the first wave of deaths in the apocalypse, I hereby enthusiastically place my order for oblivion.

Every Harvard class should have one Democrat to rescue it from oblivion.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting I fear.

Time has effaced all positive knowledge of this aboriginal race;

There was death. Violent, oblivious death, in bear form, staring at her with its black eyes. And she knew then, more than she'd known anything, that she wasn't ready to die.

A talent for forgetting is necessary to maintain civility.

This is how great knowledge dies, on bookshelves in plain sight.

The wonderful thing about language is that it promotes its own oblivion.

People easily forget what they're not proud of.

After an hour or so when I was sure Piper was calm and safe I slipped off to be with Edmond and we said even less than usual only climbed inside each other for comfort and oblivion and fell asleep that way wrapped in black sheep blankets and together dreamt a single dream that there was no one left in the world but us.

I can do oblivion, you know. I can do it better than him. I'd like to see how he likes it if I just disappear from his life without a word. It was okay for him to keep in contact with Georgie and my mum, but not once did he pick up the phone or write to me. Like I was fucking nothing to him. Like I'm nothing to no one.

English was emerging from the tribal Babel as a resourceful tongue, but it had no great written language and without that it would be for ever condemned to the limbo of vernaculars all over the world whose attempt to live on by sound alone has often doomed them to insularity, then to irrelevance, finally to oblivion.

As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.

Removes Parts Of Someone's Memory

I heard Nakhtmin's voice in my mind, that to be forgotten was the greatest gift that history could give.

the burden of the past is alleviated when sociohistorical conditions…have changed so much that practitioners face a choice between complete oblivion and fundamental redirection…alchemists become chemists or cease to be…

Aquest ponent exhibeix una impúdica proclivitat a l'èmfasi, com si no estigués condemnat, com tots, a caure en un oblit indestriable i trist.

1. Cellular reality everything consists of small cells, each in its own cell, in which there is a smaller cell and so on to infinity, a prison, not reality, each in its own cell in its own space. Everyone is at the micro-cellular level of perfectionism, morally limited in their cells of egoism. 2. Desires are the karmic nostalgia of deja vu, eternal oblivion in the endless time loops of a vicious childhood of illusions. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

1. Loneliness is a pension. 2. Abundance of desires leads the heart to oblivion and mental amnesia, teaches us not to value anything forever. 3. 1. Impotence is like you are undead. 2. Depression is an endless void of timeless darkness or twilight. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

The abundance of desires leads the heart to oblivion and mental amnesia, teaches us not to value anything forever.

The wind of inevitability draws memories in the sand and falls asleep with new waves of stories. And the way he does it is the whole art of the philosophy of awareness. The sandy aesthetics that our mind draws is washed away by oblivion. And this shows that the mind has no values, because everything undergoes oblivion disappears into oblivion and everything is immersed in newness.