I would rather die now than to live a life of oblivious ease in so sick a world.— Nate Saint
Most Powerful Obliviate quotations
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns;
the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
When you're sad, you're not sad. You are merely oblivious to the good things in your life. There is always a crack of light in the darkness. Find it.
Part of it is living in Tennessee. I'm so out of the loop. And as a person, I'm out of the loop. I'm oblivious by nature.
What is your personal carrying capacity for grief, rage, despair? We are living in a period of mass extinction. The numbers stand at 200 species a day. That's 73,000 a year. This culture is oblivious to their passing, feels entitled to their every last niche, and there is no roll call on the nightly news.
The wiser course is to think of others when pursuing our own happiness.
Children are often envied for their supposed imaginations, but the truth is that adults imagine things far more than children do. Most adults wander the world deliberately blind, living only inside their heads, in their fantasies, in their memories and worries, oblivious to the present, only aware of the past or future.
Don't pretend that you can just be oblivious to politics.
You can't. What you never do is break your personal code. Have a code and keep it. You should never compromise what your priorities are.
The person who failed often knows how to avoid future failures.
The person who knows only success can be more oblivious to all the pitfalls.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
I think the industry is oblivious to the fact that most people listen to all kinds of stuff. I personally don't know of anyone who listens to only one genre of music. It's vanity because no one does.
I was in continual agony; I have never in my life been so tired as on the summit of Everest that day. I just sat and sat there, oblivious to everything.
You, the actor, must be aware of when you're being funny, but the character you're playing should always be oblivious to the fact.
I'm a conservative because I believe we're here on this earth to do a little more than crawl through life, comfortable in the cradle of government excess and oblivious to the duties required to keep this republic standing.
From living in my own little secluded hell in this world, oblivious to the world around me, I found sanctuary with the bears, where I had made peace with myself of the consequences I have allowed while living in society.
In my career I have never felt that my being a woman was an obstacle or an advantage. I guess I've been oblivious.
It's difficult to believe that Al Gore was oblivious to the existing laws.
He has to respond at some point.
The difference between talking on your cell phone while driving and speaking with a passenger is huge. The person on the other end of the cell phone is chattering away, oblivious.
Man I wouldn't want to be in [MGK's] position right now ... He's just oblivious to what's going on.
In a sailboat I become oblivious to everything else in the world.
Some people say: "There is no God; because, if there was a God, God would stop all the suffering." Nonsense! God is oblivious to suffering. God is beyond suffering. That's what makes God, God, by definition.
Sin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be;
it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.
When I'm not completely loaded, it's a much more vulnerable place.
I can feel the music, I can feel the energy and I really have to put it out there. When I was loaded, I was just oblivious.
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.
The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.
I'm a songwriter first...In my career I have never felt that my being a woman was an obstacle or an advantage. I guess I've been oblivious...Sensitive, humbug. Everybody thinks I'm sensitive...There is a downside to having one of the biggest-selling albums ever.
Sometimes we are simply "blown away" and in awe by finding ourselves in the presence of God. Other times, however, even when we are participating in acts of kindness-complimenting others, writing a check to charity, donating time to a good cause-we are oblivious to the miracle of what is happening at that moment.
We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious - the people, events, and things of the day - to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious. What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
When we pause to think, we are compelled to admit the existence of consciousness as the primal and surest fact. What we know of the great world around is known through our states of consciousness, and if we seem to be living a merely objective life, amidst external things, it is because we have become oblivious of the real nature of experience.
No matter how much you try to pretend and force yourself and maybe fight against love and try to forget or be oblivious to it, there's no way to fight it. I think when it's there, it's there.
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.
People tend to remember and mentally classify work according to how it looks, sometimes oblivious to the underlying intent.
Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.
It is only by closing the ears of the soul, or by listening too intently to the clamors of the sense, that we become oblivious of their utterances.