Quotes About Vanishing

What was it Like? What was what like? he said, although he knew. Quick, I imagine. But you must have perceived something. A split second of vanishing awareness. A grasping at a shrinking light. It was like being fucked in the brain.

The burning beast suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke.

Power rides her fingers, she moves from datashell to datashell, walking the nets like the ghost of a shadow, her trail vanishing behind her as she goes. She carries power in the dark behind her eyes.

For Sarah, at least, the nightmares had vanished like morning fog, and now she felt sorry for the others, who were not being sent to the Harton School, even though some of them had looked down their noses at her because she wasn't being sent to a "first-class academy.

I just gazed at the smoke haze above Lundene, the darkness darkening a summer sky, and wished I were a bird, high in that nothingness, vanishing.   Haesten

A few societies have perished from

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

Ultimately, these remedies are ineffectual because they don't address the source of relationship distress: the fear that emotional connection—the font of all comfort and respite—is vanishing.

Already his features had dimmed a little in my mind. It terrified me, this slow disappearing.

was gone, suddenly and irretrievably, like a zephyr shooting into the night sky, leaving a trail of moonlit particles that swirled in brief, unspeakable beauty, and then faded into nothing.

like a zephyr shooting into the night sky, leaving a trail of moonlit particles that swirled in brief, unspeakable beauty, and then faded into nothing.

No existe ningún recuerdo por intenso que sea que no se apague...

The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion of dawn and kisses vanish. Only the desert remains. Undulating desert.

Soon thereafter, Lincoln glimpsed another "mysterious" and, he feared, "ominous" vision in his own bedroom mirror. While reclining on a lounge, he glanced up to notice a "double-image of himself in the looking-glass," one clear, the other pallid. For a moment, it was vivid; then it vanished—at first, two Lincolns side by side, then none at all.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

One day, I lost sight of her. I happened to glance away for a moment, and when I turned back, she had disappeared.

People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

Each memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. The only thing that remained tangible to him was the sense of absence.

Le travail ne représentait qu'ennui pour moi, je détestais aller au bureau. Je me sentais vraiment oppressé. J'avais l'impression que mon moi véritable se rétrécissait de plus en plus, et que j'allais finir par disparaître.

Things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that's all.

Act that way and slowly but surely I will fade away. All the dawns and all the twilights will rob me, piece by piece, of myself, and before long my very life will be shaved away completely - and I would end up nothing.