Quotes About Vanishing

There are no sweeter words than this: nothing lasts forever.

Mindfulness, as defined by the Buddha, means awareness of incessant change, of arising and vanishing, inside of your own body, which is the ultimate reality of your own life.

The spoken word vanished with the wind. Likewise, the unrecorded life disappears as if it never existed.

I had in mind a message, although I hope it doesn't intrude too badly, persuading Americans, and especially Southerners, of the critical importance of land and our vanishing natural environment and wildlife.

They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire.

I put myself away. I came up with the great vanishing system, in which I could retreat so deep within myself that, though I might still appear the same creature, actually I was very different. I thrust all thoughts and feelings into the depths of me, where they were safe, but in an outward way I became something like an automation.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

My days are consumed like smoke.

Our time is a very shadow that passeth away.

The years passed as clouds do, ephemeral and vaporous, condensing, sliding along awhile, then dispersing like ghosts.

And then it would all be over. He would be gone.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Some very beautiful things get lost and forgotten. Just as I got lost.

Women dream until they have no longer the strength to dream; those dreams against which they so struggle, so honestly, vigorously, and conscientiously, and so in vain, yet which are their life, without which they could not have lived; those dreams go at last. All their plans and visions seem vanished, and they know not where; gone and they cannot recall them. And they are left without the food either of reality or of hope.

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

And then--with the curse, or, in this case, blessing, of the unpopular, the unathletic, the overweight, the strange--they vanished like shadows into the spring night.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.

I had in mind a message, although I hope it doesn't intrude too badly, persuading Americans, and especially Southerners, of the critical importance of land and our vanishing natural environment and wildlife.

Let's put it this way: art house theaters are vanishing. They have almost disappeared completely, and that means there's a shift in what audiences want to see. And they have to be aware of that and be realistic. It's as simple as that.

What I love about theatre is that it disappears as it happens.

I'm the one erased. Or I guess I'm not even that, because the thing about being erased is that first you have to leave a mark.

Beauty is vanishing from our world because we live as though it did not matter.

Wir waren die, die verschwanden. Wir lebten als der Mensch, der sich in der Tür umdreht, noch etwas sagen will, aber nichts mehr zu sagen hat.