Where I will find peace other than in oblivion?

All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion.

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...

What matters is at the end of life, when you’re about to pass into oblivion, that you’ve at least scratched ‘Kilroy was here,’ on the last wall of the universe.

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.

Having a relationship with people of questionable character is like playing with a razor blade on your skin, and pretending to observe that it is harmful to your body.

I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.

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...

I’m always angry about the death of people who are still alive, their eyes are opened, yet they can’t see anything…the spell of ignorance

It always came down to his freaking pride.

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.”Augustus,” I said.”I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m...

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...

Who forgets himself in love remembers the future. (Qui s’oublie dans l’amour – Se souvient du futur)

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 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....

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

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

but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain...

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 or...

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

On his thirteenth birthday he had seen a film in which the central character was a painter who, unable to sell his work, grew cold and hungry as he went from one unsuccessful interview to...

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...

El margen sabe lo que el centro olvida, seguramente porque la memoria es el poder del vencido. El triunfador sabe que, como decía Nietzsche, “para ser feliz hay que olvidar”, pero ese olvido, aunque le...

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into...

The fear of meeting the opposition of envy, or the illiberality of ignorance is, no doubt, the frequent cause of preventing many ingenious men from ushering opinions into the world which deviate from common practice....

A few names have survived oblivion. In time, oblivion will have them all.

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

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Oblivion is the place where all my best thoughts reside or I must say hide.

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

Crazy isn’t a condition it’s a place and it exists somewhere between Love and Oblivion

Kung nandito siya, sana..

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And...

She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful 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,...

Yo ya no sé que escribir… Es mi forma de saber que ya te olvidé

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

Nothingness…there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed…

I believe there is no heaven or hell. There are no devils or angels. No afterlife or salvation. My soul won’t be incarnated or lost in the oblivion. One day, I will just stop existing…...

…he’d made friends with the oblivion found in dreamless sleep.”~Aidan

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

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