#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

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

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

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#life #love #oblivion #philosophy #reality

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

— Taylor Caldwell

#gratefully #i #look #must #oblivion

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion. ↗

— Al Goldstein

#death #fame #future #illusion #into

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 not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you. ↗

— John Green

#inevitable #love #oblivion #pleasure #simple

Most critical writing is drivel and half of it is dishonest. It is a short cut to oblivion, anyway. Thinking in terms of ideas destroys the power to think in terms of emotions and sensations. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#critical #cut #destroys #dishonest #emotions