Quotes About Vanishing

When I go back to the places of the past, nothing is there anymore, as if I have made the whole thing up. It is as if life were just a dream placed in the window to cool, like a pie, then stolen.

The night before, a whole day could have shape and design. But when it was upon you, it could vanish tragically to air.

He did not ask me to shoot him; perhaps at the very end he loved his vanishing life.

Passed away" seemed like an appropriate way of putting it. Over the next few days, I had this recurring image of Trapp sitting at the bridge table. He reaches into the bidding box, removes a pass card, and places it on the table. Then he slowly vanishes.

Pausing an instant on the threshold before she vanished from their sight, she looked backward, and fixing on Gerald the strange glance he remembered well, she said in her penetrating voice, Is not the last scene better than the first?

Low kerosene prices, a boon to consumers, were catastrophic for refiners, who saw the profit margin between crude- and refined-oil prices shrink to a vanishing point.

Nihil Relinquere et Nihil Vestigi. It says 'to leave nothing behind and no trace.

She walked on and on till she melted out of the picture - like - like a shadow jumping over a candle ...

The past (...) It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't now, then where did it go?

The way of objective reflection turns the individual into something accidental, and thus turns existence into an indifferent, vanishing something.

But now, discontinuity ruled. Yesterday meant nothing and could not help you build tomorrow. Life had become a series of vanishing photographs, posted every day, gone the next. One had no story anymore. Character, narrative, history, were all dead. Only the flat caricature of the instant remained, and that was what one was judged by. To have lived long enough to witness the replacement of the depth of her chosen world's culture by its surfaces was a sad thing.

Life had become a series of vanishing photographs, posted every day, gone the next. One had no story anymore. Character, narrative, history, were all dead. Only the flat caricature of the instant remained, and that was what one was judged by.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

I started to feel as though I were disappearing. Perhaps I myself was figment of my own imagination, a storm cloud, a wisp of smoke, a burning ember.

One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her. She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future

In two weeks a man could completely refashion his history; he could walk all the way to Ohio or Iowa, change his name and his accent, disappear into another life. In the woods, footprints faded, the wind rose up to disperse of clothing, flesh became grass.

What came is gone forever every time

Very happy or unhappy, people disappear.

San Francisco is the place where most people were last seen

all trace of morning magnificence entirely wilted.

He watched until Danny passed through the gates, turned left, and disappeared from sight. Jude never saw him again.

When we die, I believe we go to a better place: nowhere.