Best 115 quotes in «oblivion quotes» category

My faith, inasmuch as I have any, is more like a kind of Joseph Campbell thing, and even that frequently finds itself tested to oblivion in siren waters.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. For what is enthusiasm but the oblivion and swallowing-up of self in an object dearer than self?

Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.

oblivion has been noticed as the offspring of silence.

OBLIVION, n. The state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground.

Pleasure is a sort of oblivion, a forgetfulness. Pain is remembrance, you cannot forget pain.

Precious things lost are transmutable. They refuse oblivion. They simply wait to be rendered into testimonies, into stories and songs.

Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.

On an overcrowded planet where more species slip toward extinction every day, should one species have the right to multiply and consume at will, even as it nudges others to oblivion?

The panorama-city is a 'theoretical' (that is, visual) simulacrum, in short a picture, whose condition of possibility is an oblivion and a misunderstanding of practices.

... the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion.

The immense majority of human biographies are a gray transit between domestic spasm and oblivion.

The future is a choice between Utopia and oblivion.

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

There is no revenge like oblivion, for it is the entombment of the unworthy in the dust of their own nothingness.

Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.

Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion.

We're not planning for the future. If we continue to spend ourselves into oblivion, we are going to destroy this nation.

We could either develop paradise on Earth or oblivion; wipe ourselves out, only the future will tell. It's what you do to make the future.

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

What's the Matter with the Mill?

While obsession with one’s personal appearance is a sign of being a vacant prat, total oblivion to it is a sign of mental illness.

You can't be saved, oblivion is all you crave.

All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion.

Because she needed ore than sleep. She needed oblivion.

And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep. But there is no echo of it in my mind.

And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person.

Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.' A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: 'I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.

But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

But here, just at this point: this is limbo. There is the sense that if you stay at this point for too long, stop at this point of oblivion for a certain amount of time, you will just cease to exist. And we cannot move.

But coming out of that sleep was excruciating. My entire life flashed before my eyes in the worst way possible, my mind refilling itself with all my lame memories, every little thing that had brought me to where I was. I'd try to remember something else—a better version, a happy story, maybe, or just an equally lame but different life that would at least be refreshing in its digressions—but it never worked. I was always still me. Sometimes I woke up with my face wet with tears. The only times I cried, in fact, were when I was pulled out of that nothingness, when the alarm on my cell phone went off.

Étrangement, de sa brigade de combat, "l'Éclair", il ne gardait qu'un vague souvenir, comme d'ailleurs de la plupart de ce que nous avons vécu durant cette époque hors norme de la révolution culturelle.

Crazy isn't a condition it's a place and it exists somewhere between Love and Oblivion

…everything we do is decent when the mind begins to forget — the design of life; and good when we are forgotten — the design of death.

...he'd made friends with the oblivion found in dreamless sleep." ~Aidan

For the vile human pigs in life; the sloppy, disheveled, uncaring dregs, the ungrateful, and especially for the vicious, negative emotional peasants — there will only continue to be the hard and painful lessons you so desperately need. The invisible hand will hold you in your wretched place until your last breath — unless you evolve. If you are cruel and ignorant the invisible fist will pound you into oblivion until you submit, humble yourself and soften your hard heart.

He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure oblivion, the oblivion whose absolute state will soon be achieved, the moment he himself is gone. And again I think about the obvious idea (that astoundingly obvious idea) that everything that exists (nation, thought, music) can also not exist.

He hated himself," Gwen said. "You just got caught in the cross fire.

He was nothing but a conduit, after all, and there isn't a culvert in the world that remembers the water flowed through it once the rain has stopped.

He wanted to toast mad idealism, forbidden desires, the dreams that drove one to criminal acts. He wanted, quite starkly, oblivion.

I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose, and she never finishes the statement. It seems right, that her words should fall into oblivion; after all, she—like me, like everyone—has no words for what follows, for the unknowable, only her hopes and prayers and an unwavering faith in something more.

I also remember being struck by de Sade's will, in which he asked that his ashes be scattered to the four corners of the earth in the hope that humankind would forget both his writings and his name. I'd like to be able to make that demand; commemorative ceremonies are not only false but dangerous, as are all statues of famous men. Long live forgetfulness, I've always said—the only dignity I see is in oblivion.

I can’t bear the thought of oblivion, Asriel,” she continued. “Sooner anything than that. I used to think pain would be worse—to be tortured forever—I thought that must be worse . . . But as long as you were conscious, it would be better, wouldn’t it? Better than feeling nothing, just going into the dark, everything going out forever and ever?

I am less of myself and more of the sun; The beat of life is wearing me To an incomplete oblivion,

I believe there is no heaven or hell. There are no devils or angels. No afterlife or salvation. My soul won't be incarnated or lost in the oblivion. One day, I will just stop existing... and that's it!

I had read my way not to knowledge but into an inscrutable oblivion.

If our splintered attention has led us to oblivion and blindness; and the shell has replaced the substance, it may be enlightening to deep-dive into the roots of our negative qualities and find a surprising guideline for the creation of new horizons. ("Not without my shadow")

Hush a-bye my little bird Hush a-bye my child I have lost a love so great Oh, woe is me.

It can't really be you," he said. "I know it can't." "Why not?" Isobel asked, offering him a rueful smile. "I mean, don't you think it's at all romantic, the idea that love could conquer death?

I just wanted to sleep all the time. I had a plan.