#oblivion

...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

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

— Audrey Niffenegger

#lover #oblivion #opiate #sleep #travel

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

#neighbours #oblivion #wholesome #wisdom

The majority see the obstacles; the few see the objectives; history records the successes of the latter, while oblivion is the reward of the former. ↗

— Alfred A. Montapert

#former #history #latter #majority #objectives

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. ↗

— Luis Buñuel

#de-sade #death #dignity #legacy #marquis-de-sade

Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion. ↗

— Robert Macfarlane

#arrogance #humility #inspirational #mountaineering #mountains

Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me. ↗

— William Rose Benet

#largely #lit #me #oblivion #smiled

People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception? ↗

— Claude Debussy

#come #deception #form #music #oblivion

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep? ↗

— James Thurber

#fear #matter #oblivion #opposition #sleep

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