#oblivion

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

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

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind. ↗

— Logan P. Smith

#been #bottom #call #down #i

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

— Claude Debussy

#come #deception #form #music #oblivion

Ignorance is not bliss - it is oblivion. ↗

— Philip Wylie

#ignorance #oblivion

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

— Sorin Cerin

#longing #love #oblivion #life

We are living in the machine age. For the first time in history the comedian has been compelled to supply himself with jokes and comedy material to compete with the machine. Whether he knows it or not, the comedian is on a treadmill to oblivion. ↗

— Fred Allen

#been #comedian #comedy #compelled #compete

A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. so the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#also #book #books #clumsy #creature

Do not let arguments of expediency persuade you. That is the slow road to oblivion. That is the tortured path to undoing step by step, bit by bit, as the river creates a canyon, the way of life that we love. ↗

— Charles Schumer

#canyon #creates #expediency #life #love

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