Quotes About Oblivion

Llevada por Francisco Rosas, Julia salió del atrio, sin oír

Mercifullym my dear Edna, said Peg, I do not remember anything I have ever said in my entire life.

No children, that is. Ernest, in the matter of posterity, had been a blind alley, a cul-de-sac. Strange and sad not to go on in any way, to come to a dead stop.

Elle avait déjà pu observer l'effarante capacité d'oubli des gens : ils oubliaient ce qui ne les arrangeait pas, ou plutôt, ils oubliaient quand cela les arrangeait, c'est-à-dire très souvent.

His fangs scraped lightly over her skin and then, with a low groan, he gave in to the need coursing through him. She moaned softly, her body sagging against his as the world went red. There was no pain and, oddly, no fear, only a remarkable sensual euphoria. She closed her eyes, drifting, falling into velvet blackness that threatened to sweep her away into oblivion.

A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. so the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion.

When it comes to certain portions of our history, we've just forgotten it all.

I'm collateral damage. I'm road kill. And in 72 hours, nobody is going to remember who I am nor are they going to care.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

He leaped, shrieking, off the bed, and sprang at me, clasping my throat with his horrid hands, bearing me backwards on to the floor; I felt his breath mingle with mine * * * and then God, in His mercy, sent oblivion.

They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.

The fear of meeting the opposition of envy, or the illiberality of ignorance is, no doubt, the frequent cause of preventing many ingenious men from ushering opinions into the world which deviate from common practice. Hence for want of energy, the young idea is shackled with timidity and a useful thought is buried in the impenetrable gloom of eternal oblivion.

Everything is judged by its appearance; what is unseen counts for nothing. Never let yourself get lost in the crowd, then, or buried in oblivion. Stand out. Be conspicuous, at all cost. Make yourself a magnet of attention by appearing larger, more colorful, more mysterious than the bland and timid masses.

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me.

If not absolution, I yelled, give me oblivion.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

To be forgotten was a defeat. To be doomed to remember someone was a defeat, too.

Say something about real love. Yes, true love—more than parted lips, than parted legs in sorrow's darkroom of potash & blues. Let the brain stumble from its hidingplace, from its cell block, to the edge of oblivion to come to itself, sharp-tongued as a boar's grin in summer moss —Yusef Komunyakaa, from "Safe Subjects," Neon Venacular: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1993)

she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David, the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.

To forget the whole world is easy; to make the whole world forget you is hard.

we can tune out the Holy Spirit's whispers and become oblivious to His communication with us.

The tragic illusion of everyday life is that we mistake shadow for reality. It is impossible to be outside the web woven of love, and at moments when evens throw us too far into oblivion, a message comes to day, "You are loved.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

There is only as much space, only as much time, only as much desire, only as many words, only as many pages, only as much ink to accept all of us at light-speed hurrying into the Promised Land of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.