oblivion [Theme] Page 12

To remember - to forget.

And then you realize that now this is all just a story. The story of the past. Realizing that your trouble has become empty words, you can easily spit on all that was, and to forget about everything.

- I want to know everything.
- Crap your knowledge. Forget everything you know about what you need. All supposedly know about life, about love and friendship, and most importantly - about you and me.

I know how it feels. Do you consider yourself an important part of something, and then you leave. The world is moving forward, and it's like you're standing still. Like a caged animal. Every day you're more and more immersed in the abyss of oblivion, but nobody sees it.

The ugliness of life, once hated him, because he returned to reality, now for the same reason have become dear to him. Yes, the ugliness of life was the only reality. Rough quarrels and fights, filthy dens, the reckless revelry, the baseness of thieves and the scum of society struck his imagination stronger than the beautiful creations of Art and inspiration, brings a Song. They were necessary to him, because he gave oblivion.

To try to forget someone all the time to remember it. Reflections and memories only strengthen love.

Life becomes easier if you join the river of forgetfulness.

The wine squeezed from all grapes in the world, is not enough to jealous to find it in complete oblivion.

And our philosophers? Writing books about contempt for death, no one forgets to write his name.

Forgiveness means complete oblivion...

Oblivion - loss is not information, and values.

Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Sansa was sitting, arms folded on his knees, hands, and watched with a strange interest. She had not yet seen death. Sansa thought she ought to cry, but tears would not come. She must have used up its entire stock of Lady and bran. Of course, whether it's Jory, ser Rodrik or father, she would have responded differently, she told herself. The young knight in the blue cloak was nothing to her, some stranger from the Vale of Arryn whose name she had forgotten as soon as heard it. The world will also forget it, okay Sansa. Songs about him not sing.

The best revenge oblivion, it will bury the enemy in the dust of his nothingness.