Oblivion Quotes - Page 2

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

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

Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.

Pain and Oblivion make mankind afraid to die; but all creatures are afraid of the one, none but mankind afraid of the other.

And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul.

Human destiny is an episode between two oblivions.

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

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change.

Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.

There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

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

All other days have either disappeared into darkness and oblivion or not yet emerged from it. Today is the only day there is.

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

I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it

There are no guarantees. But there is also nothing to fear. We come from oblivion when we are born. We return to oblivion when we die. The astonishing thing is this period of in-between.

God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion.

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.

There are many great authors of the past who have survived centuries of oblivion and neglect, but it is still an open question whether they will be able to survive an entertaining version of what they have to say.

Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves.

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

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?

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

The future is a choice between Utopia and oblivion.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?