There was existence in oblivion
If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.
But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.
Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.' A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: 'I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.
A few names have survived oblivion. In time, oblivion will have them all.
All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion.
Oblivion is the place where all my best thoughts reside or I must say hide.
He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure oblivion, the oblivion whose absolute state will soon be achieved, the moment he himself is gone. And again I think about the obvious idea (that astoundingly obvious idea) that everything that exists (nation, thought, music) can also not exist.
Where I will find peace other than in oblivion?
Oblivion, she thought. That was the world she lived in. It was what they should name some countries, towns, and places.