Stephenie Meyer Quotes

When I disappear, I will disappear; there'll be nothing left.

I want them to forget me.

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.

There is no revenge like oblivion, for it is the entombment of the unworthy in the dust of their own nothingness.

We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

It was a place without a single feature of the space-time matrix that he knew. It was a place where nothing yet had happened - an utter emptiness. There was neither light nor dark: there was nothing here but emptiness.

One believes that if nothing happens, one disappears. That is not true.

This is indeed the annihilation of space.

Everything is created to be annihilated.

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

I'm nothing, I'm not even here

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

Well, right now I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like...I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading. [...] An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll pick it up and start reading.

He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start.

Infinity is a fathomless gulf, into which all things vanish.

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one.

The Void is not being, but not being cannot be, ergo the Void cannot be. The reasoning was sound, because it denied the Void while granting that it could be conceived. In fact, we can quite easily conceive things that do not exist. Can a chimera, buzzing in the Void, devour second intentions? No, because chimeras do not exist, in the Void no buzzing can be heard, and intentions are mental things - an intended pear does not nourish us. And yet I can think of a chimera even if it is chimerical, namely, if it is not. And the same with the Void.

Oblivion is not to be hired.

Death is a dramatic accomplishment of absence; language may be almost as effective.