#oblivion

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity. ↗

— Antoine Rivarol

#fame #humanity #oblivion #rule

Apathy is a sort of living oblivion. ↗

— Horace Greeley

#living #oblivion #sort

Do not let arguments of expediency persuade you. That is the slow road to oblivion. That is the tortured path to undoing step by step, bit by bit, as the river creates a canyon, the way of life that we love. ↗

— Charles Schumer

#canyon #creates #expediency #life #love

I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. "There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed for that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. ↗

— John Green

#oblivion #death

We must forget in order to remain present, forget in order not to die, forget in order to remain faithful. ↗

— Marc Augé

#memory #oblivion #faith

...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs, flooding across the rough wooden floor, down the narrow wooden stairs and out into the old soil of the garden. No roses, no, she does not even ask to make roses, just dissolution; most any night she asks just for that. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#emptiness #grief #grieving #loss #lost-love

If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#crave #horror #inspiration #oblivion #paranormal

المنبوذون لا ينسون ابدًا ↗

— Jodee Blanco

#inspirational

The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. He;s aiming for oblivion. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#music #oblivion #music

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#lover #oblivion #opiate #sleep #travel