Best 115 quotes in «oblivion quotes» category

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

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.

I surf because it keeps my life at an even keel, without it I would tip into the oblivion.

I was learning the importance of names - having them, making them - but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.

It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.

Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.

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?

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.

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?

I wanted to make pictures that contradicted themselves. I wanted to put one picture on top of another so that there were times when both pictures disappear and other times when they were both manifest. That vibration is basically what the work was about for me - that space in the middle where there is no picture, rather an emptiness, an oblivion.

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

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.

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

The future is a choice between Utopia and oblivion.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

What's the Matter with the Mill?

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.

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

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.

Because she needed ore than sleep. She needed oblivion.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.