Oblivion is an eternal state of lack of awareness thought by some to occur after death. This idea contradicts beliefs that there is an afterlife, such as a heaven or hell, after death. The idea of eternal oblivion stems from the idea that the brain creates the mind; therefore, when the brain dies, the mind ceases to exist. The name of the idea derives from the original meaning of the word, referring to a state of forgetfulness or distraction, or a state of being completely forgotten.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 564-65.
- Oblivion is not to be hired.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Hydriotaphia, Chapter V.
- For those sacred powers
Tread on oblivion: no desert of ours
Can be entombed in their celestial breasts.
- William Browne, Britannia's Pastorals, Book III. Song II, Stanza 23.
- It is not in the storm nor in the strife
We feel benumb'd, and wish to be no more,
But in the after-silence on the shore,
When all is lost, except a little life.
- Lord Byron, Lines on Hearing that Lady Byron was Ill, line 9.
- Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past.
- Thomas Carlyle, Cromwell's Letters and Speeches, Introduction, Chapter I.
- And o'er the past oblivion stretch her wing.
- Homer, Odyssey, Book XXIV, line 557. Pope's translation.
- He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
- Job, VII. 10.
- Injuriarum remedium est oblivio.
- Oblivion is the remedy for injuries.
- Seneca, Epistles, 94. Quoting from an old poet, also found in Syrus.
- What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion.
- Eo magis præfulgebant quod non videbantur.
- They shone forth the more that they were not seen.
- Tacitus; adapted from Annals, Book III. 76.
- But from your mind's chilled sky
It needs must drop, and lie with stiffened wings
Among your soul's forlornest things;
A speck upon your memory, alack!
A dead fly in a dusty window-crack.
- Francis Thompson, "Manus Animam Pinxit", St. 2.