... the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion. — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and trace through time to times anon, and leaping from… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Every morning you put on your clothes to cover your nakedness and protect your body from inclement weather. Why don't you also… — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
The big powers are traveling on the dangerous road of armament. The signpost just ahead of us is 'Oblivion.' Can the march… — Sean MacBride Copy Share Image
If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to… — Euripides Copy Share Image
As the days piled up into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and fall slid into winter, I realized one of… — Jennifer Weiner Copy Share Image
I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A man can be called ruthless if he bombs a country to oblivion. A woman can be called ruthless if she puts… — Gloria Steinem Copy Share Image
We say that we often see animals in our dreams, but we forget that almost always we are ourselves animals therein, deprived… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Although I have lived in Manhattan since 1992, for the better part of two decades I have remained in blissful oblivion of… — Hamish Bowles Copy Share Image
Most new books drop immediately into the oblivion they so richly deserve. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
How often the Presidency has simply meant that a man shall be abused, distrusted, and worked to death while he is filling… — M. E. W. Sherwood Copy Share Image
OBLIVION, n. Cold storage for high hopes. A place where ambitious authors meet their works without pride and their betters without envy.… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
The avalanche of time sweeps everything before it. Every individual instant hurtles into oblivion, drowning out the obliteration of the instant immediately… — David Gerrold Copy Share Image
Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity. — Erma Bombeck Copy Share Image
That everything is on fire, slow fire, and we're all less than a million breaths away from an oblivion more total than… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
For me, each game is a new challenge, which has to be dealt with rationally and systematically. At that time, every other… — Viswanathan Anand Copy Share Image
What do you mean, Araluen? Death?" Halt made a careless gesture. "The usual, I suppose: the sudden cessation of life. The end… — John Flanagan Copy Share Image
“I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words,… — Kelseyleigh Reber Copy Share Image
This is written in the elder days as the Earth rides close to the rim of eternity, edging nearer to the dying… — Clifford D. Simak Copy Share Image
