Quotes About Vanishing

Most of the villages showed empty streets, and the countryside around them was as deserted as if the whole human race and most of its animals had been spirited away. Until we came to Steeple Honey.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.

Si l'on pouvait se voir avec les yeux des autres, on disparaîtrait sur-le-champ.

I have never known a single sensation of fulfillment, of true happiness, without thinking that it was the moment when — now or never — I should disappear for good.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return.

She is the flowering branch of the peony, Richly-laden with honey-dew. Hers is the charm of the vanished fairy, That broke the heart of the dreamer king In the old legend of the Cloud and Rain. Pray, who in the palace of Han Could be likened unto her, Save the lady, Flying Swallow, newly-dressed In all her loveliness?

Okay,' I said, and waving, we parted. The feeling traveled to some infinitely distant place and disappeared.

Alguna vez, sin falta, todos iremos dispersándonos en la oscuridad del tiempo y desapareceremos...

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

Sul campo di battaglia della memoria giacevano le spoglie di tutto quanto si era piegato a forze invisibili, dei pensieri di ciò che era svanito lasciando soltanto le emozioni dietro di sè. L'avrei attraversato giorno dopo giorno, imprimendo le orme dei miei passi come si offrono fiori.

All the lovely things I've known have disappeared.

The fire dies, the candle is eaten by its weak fluttering flame.

A guy goes up to a girl in a bar and says, "You want to play 'Magic'?" "What's that?" she asks. "We go to my house and fuck, and then you disappear.

The pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.

Yes, it did look like 'where did she go?' I was hiding.

The wrath will consume what they call themselves; so that the selves God made shall appear ... They will know that now first are they fully themselves. That which they thought themselves shall have vanished: that which they felt themselves, though they misjudged their own feelings, shall remain--remain glorified in repentant hope. For that which cannot be shaken will remain. That which is immortal in God shall remain in man. The death that is in them shall be consumed.

And in front of him there lay not death but annihilation.

Syme had ceased to exist: he had never existed.

Posterity will never hear of you. You will be lifted clean out from the stream of history. We shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you; not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. You will never have existed.

but while you are wondering whether she be angel or devil, she is gone.

There is no there there.

I was tired of illustration. You'd work so hard on a commission and it would go in to a magazine, and you'd turn the page and it was gone.

the only thing that's permanent is destruction we're all going to disappear trying to leave a mark more permanent that myself.

Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.