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#oblivion

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #oblivion




Ultimately life is disease, death and oblivion. It's still better than high school. ↗


— Dan Savage


#death #disease #high #high school #life

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


— Robert Macfarlane


#arrogance #humility #inspirational #mountaineering #mountains

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


— Claude Debussy


#come #deception #form #music #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 fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go unmarked: the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves. ↗


— Philip K. Dick


#death #degradation #dying #oblivion #courage

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. ↗


— William Faulkner


#making-your-mark #mementos #memories #notice #oblivion

If the Republican Party continues to ignore its conservative base, then the Party is headed to oblivion. ↗


— Jerome Corsi


#conservative #continues #headed #ignore #oblivion

My faith, inasmuch as I have any, is more like a kind of Joseph Campbell thing, and even that frequently finds itself tested to oblivion in siren waters. ↗


— David Knopfler


#campbell #even #faith #finds #frequently

...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






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