We must forget in order to remain present, forget in order not to die, forget in order to remain faithful.
Marc AugéTags: memory forgetting 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 LatiolaisTags: loss sadness grief emptiness oblivion lost-love grieving emotional-pain
Crazy isn't a condition it's a place and it exists somewhere between Love and Oblivion
Stanley Victor PaskavichTags: life love reality philosophy oblivion bipolar
Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.
Ian McEwanI 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 BuñuelTags: death oblivion legacy dignity marquis-de-sade ashes de-sade
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 GreenIt always came down to his freaking pride.
Cari QuinnTags: life lost quote welcome pride always oblivion quotes it freaking seduced seduce lost-in-oblivion seducing
Unless death is made a lesson for the living, the life lived is wasted.
Why should life come into existence only to be destroyed? One dies and another is born—for what? A few miserable hours of life—then oblivion!
With this recognition of the finality of death, no one should willingly withhold acts that would bring benefits, joy or happiness to others. In death, the hesitant act can no longer be performed—the word of praise is as impossible as yesterday's return.
What perversity justified inflicting pain, suffering and death upon others who have done no wrong? If death ends all, why fight while we are living? Why shorten life with unnecessary pain and suffering? How futile are the petty problems of individuals, with their hates and jealousies, when all vanish with death?
All the prayers in the world cannot wipe out one injustice.
Every wrong is irreparable.
The dead cannot forgive.
All the tears and sighs are of no avail.
Forgiveness cannot be granted when lips cannot move.
Praise cannot be heard when ears cannot hear; joy cannot be experienced when the heart no longer beats; and the happiness of an affectionate embrace can no longer be felt when arms are limp and the eyes are forever closed.
Tags: life pain injustice death joy embrace suffering forgiveness tears wrong praise oblivion finality finite
…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.
Djuna Barnes...he'd made friends with the oblivion found in dreamless sleep."
~Aidan
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