Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible. — Arthur M. Jolly Copy Share Image
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet! — Ouida Copy Share Image
“Wisdom or oblivion - take your choice. From that warfare there is no release.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception? — Claude Debussy Copy Share Image
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I was the girl who battles oblivion and won. The chances were about 1 percent, but I did it.” — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
Precious things lost are transmutable. They refuse oblivion. They simply wait to be rendered into testimonies, into stories and songs. — Andrew Lam Copy Share Image
“That's what innocence is, you know. A blissful oblivion of what's coming, of what you'll lose and what you'll gain, and what… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
We cheer the presence of an openly gay woman or man on television there are large numbers of people in Virginia and… — Mel White Copy Share Image
“this time. The whiskey burned down Jett’s throat and probably messed with his brain. The beauty of oblivion. If he couldn’t find… — J.C. Reed Copy Share Image
My faith, inasmuch as I have any, is more like a kind of Joseph Campbell thing, and even that frequently finds itself… — David Knopfler Copy Share Image
Most critical writing is drivel and half of it is dishonest. It is a short cut to oblivion, anyway. Thinking in terms… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it's the home… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
In the end, living is defined by dying. Book- ended by oblivion, we are caught in the vice of terror, squeezed to… — Bernard Beckett Copy Share Image
It was easy to run around barefoot in oblivion in Costa Rica. But once I gave birth to my child, I didn't… — Carolyn Murphy Copy Share Image
I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple… — John Green Copy Share Image
In books I find the dead as if they were alive; in books I foresee things to come; in books warlike affairs… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Writing comes into being to retain information across time and across space. Before writing, communication is evanescent and local; sounds carry a… — James Gleick Copy Share Image
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine. “What?” I can barely… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Listen, are we helpless? Are we doomed to do it again and again and again? Have we no choice but to play… — Walter M. Miller, Jr Copy Share Image
This is the pleasantest part of life. Oblivion throws her light coverlet over our infancy; and, soon after we are out of… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
![“I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is…” quote by Audrey Niffenegger](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/c71/audrey-niffenegger-1298_afternoon_i-sleep-all-day-noises-flit-around-the-h_763427.jpg)
