Blot out the memory of this world, and what would heaven or hell be to us?

She pressed a hand to her eyes, as if to blot out the image of Stephen.

There was a futile longing in his soul for oblivion to blot out his misery.

Tears came to blot out her misery; she could not stay their fall.

Like him, we are not required to blot out the remembrance of the past.

He shut his eyes, as if by shutting them he could blot out the pictures of his imagination.

But I wish to Heaven I could blot out these two years as though they had never been.

But there it was, staring him in the face, and he could not blot out the memory of it.

She could not blot out the past, nor undo what she had done.

Christmas, Dec. 25, 1872, is a day in my memory which time cannot blot out.