Quotes About Vanishing

Sometimes that's what happens. No cigarette burns, no bone snaps. Just an irretrievable slipping.

the grin was gone. Natalie Keene's lips caved in around her gums in a small circle.

I made a mental note to take a smiling, pretty photo of myself in case I ever disappeared.

You're a beautiful woman, and it's difficult for beautiful women to disappear.

I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

He dejado de sentirme real. Siento como si pudiera desaparecer.

I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

It only underscores the feeling that everything from our past has vanished.

was what, she sometimes thought, libraries were for: for men to disappear into and be important in, even though they had disappeared.

If so much love could vanish into the earth and speak no more, smile no more, then love was nothing.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

Tom Snyder was born to broadcast. He loved television and it loved him back. In that, he was a member of a vanishing breed, especially as narrowcasting displaces broadcasting, 'online' replaces 'on the air,' and any Tom, Dick or Mary can be monarch of a desktop domain, uplinking themselves to satellites in space.

Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.

Todos los que tenían una cuenta de ahorro, una hipoteca o cualquier otro tipo de inversión vieron cómo éstas desaparecían de la noche a la mañana. Pronto dejó de importar si se trataba de una calderilla ahorrada o de un gran capital. Todo se esfumó.

On se souvient de rien, et puisqu'on oublie tout, rien c'est bien mieux que tout.

All that may be wished for, will by nature fade to nothing.

The people who live happily ever after - they don't appear in the history books. They just fade away. I reckon that's what happiness is. Pauline Foster - " The Ballad of Tom Dooley ", Sharyn McCrumb, p. 271

Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

Fifty years, " I hackneyed, "is a long time.""Not when you're looking back at them, " she said. "You wonder how they vanished so quickly.

their histories remain.

I quickly found for myself two such blessings - the natural world, and the world of literature. These were the gates through which I vanished from a difficult place.

the stars often disappeared in the light of the morning

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

It lay broken in half, and he looked into its trunk as into the mouth of a black tunnel. The trunk was only an empty shell; its heart had rotted away long ago; there was nothing inside—just a thin gray dust that was being dispersed by the whim of the faintest wind. The living power had gone, and the shape it left had not been able to stand without it.