Quotes About Oblivion

Thousands and thousands of drowned souls in oblivion and enemies and friends. A mountain was formed, the top of which a person sits, on the mountain from the corpses of forgotten and erased people who made up the main content of life.

Yet the voice could take fright . This Kathy Kerouac foresaw only too well when syllables suddenly started coming out of her mouth like little fragments of oblivion giving her the impression she was contradicting herself. It was in these moments, when words were both true and false, solemn and light, on the tip of her tongue and deep in the throat, that space shrank in her mouth like a hard-felt blow.

She can't catch on to slumber, the relief of oblivion.

I am so ignorant that I cannot remember much from the list of the lesser stars. It may be that they have suffered indignities.

Their eyelashes were moist, and small drops of sweat beaded their upper lips. I regarded their slumber, almost innocent in its foolish thoughtlessness and its oblivion of all danger and the outside world. Is this what human beings call happiness?

si algo tiene la memoria ajena es que es acróbata y se le esconde al que la pierde, se le hurta al que no la tiene.

And you cannot be enthralled or made to forget.

The defeated go down in history and disappear, and their stories die with them.

only he could enjoy one day of self-forgetfulness without having to pour a bottle of whiskey down his neck to achieve oblivion by the evening.

Il faut longtemps pour que resurgisse à la lumière ce qui a été effacé. Des traces subsistent dans des registres et l'on ignore où ils sont cachés et quels gardiens veillent sur eux et si ces gardiens consentiront à vous les montrer. Ou peut-être ont-ils oublié tout simplement que ces registres existaient

For a man would know the necessary choices that have to be made when one is facing one's oblivion.

Oblivion is purgatorial and grey. He is passably conscious, not asleep but not quite awake either, as if disconnected from everything, unable to move or think or receive input, able to exist.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

It occurred to me that I was on a run of suicides. Akutagawa. Dazai. Plath. Death by water, barbiturates, and carbon monoxide poisoning; three fingers of oblivion, outplaying everything.

That is death. A disappearing act.

I'm looking for oblivion, Doctor, not death. The drugs will put me to sleep, and as long as I'm unconscious, I won't have to think about what I'm doing. I'll be there, but I won't be there, and to the degree that I'm not there, I'll be protected.

Put something in the wrong place, and even though it is still there—quite possibly smack under your nose—it can vanish for the rest of time.

Feigned or not, sometimes I'm jealous of Hominy's oblivousness, because he, unlike America, has turned the page. That's the problem with history, we like to think of it's a book – that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn't the paper it's printed on. It's memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.

Sand from the Urns Green as mould is the house of oblivion. Before each of the blowing gates your beheaded minstrel turns blue. For you he beats his drum made of moss and of harsh pubic hair; With a festering toe in the sand he traces your eyebrow. Longer he draws it than ever it was, and the red of your lip. You fill up the urns here and nourish your heart.

Some are convinced that the universe has no point. The cosmos is indifferent, deaf to our cries and oblivious to our tears. Human beings are nothing more than molecules in motion—biological organisms trying to survive and reproduce but destined to eventual extinction along with all else in the universe. Is that the story we should believe?

Two ghosts, briefly rescued from oblivion; a small act of reclamation, a chance to make amends. -Paul Murray, SKIPPY DIES

Whatever talents a person may possess to amuse and instruct others, be they ever so inconsiderable, he is yet bound to exert them: if his attempt be ineffectual, let the punishment of an unaccomplished purpose have been sufficient; let none trouble themselves to heap the dust of oblivion upon his efforts; the pile they raise will betray his grave which might otherwise have been unknown.

To the oblivion whither I and thou, All loving and all lovely, hasten now With steps, ah, too unequal! may we meet In one Elysium or one winding-sheet! If any should be curious to discover Whether to you I am a friend or lover, Let them read Shakespeare's sonnets, taking thence

I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is, that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion, though it is in the code Of modern morals, and the beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread, Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go. - Epipsychidion