#oblivion

I did what I could to inflate the rumor I was on my way to stardom. What I was on my way to, by any mathematical standards known to man, was oblivion, by way of obscurity. ↗

— Tallulah Bankhead

#could #did #i #inflate #known

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

Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm. ↗

— Anna Seward

#cold #dissolve #each #fading #fair

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

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

I'm not sure whether Los Angeles borders on the ocean or on oblivion. I always feel that I'm two steps away from the other side when I'm out there. It's more like a vacation place or a place to visit than a place to hunker down. ↗

— Jeffrey Wright

#angeles #away #borders #down #feel

There is no better guide to this world than oblivion. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#love #oblivion #life

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