Quotes About Vanishing

And as abruptly She had gone on, hither, thither, Among the tables and vanished, leaving her words Heavier than the Cathedral, Bigger, darker, founded far deeper - My whole body taking their weight Like a newer or much older religion In me alone, to be carried Everywhere with me - deeper catacombs. And with a stronger God.

Or maybe, it's just gone. Sometimes things disappear and there's no getting them back. That's just how it is.

Ah... I hope my final wish may be granted. Because soon I will vanish from this world. Struggling desperately to live... these children cry out. Somehow I must protect them. Though I don't even know who to pray to. Somehow... Somehow... I want them not to forget.

I wish someone would discover a way to become invisible.

I have nothing left to give, I have found the perfect end, you were made to make it hurt, dissapear into the dirt

She almost blended in with the wall, dissolved, faded. Could a person become so pale that she was no longer visible?

On embarking to return we could perceive no sign of One Tree Island; and as we swept down towards the sea the leafy top of a tree seen in the clear water under the boat was the only evidence of its existence; though a few hours ago it had formed so prominent an object.

A trend is exactly that, and it's going to disappear.

A writing may be lost

You are my love, you are my light, you are my blue sky, when I am vanishing in you only then I can fly.

Remember: life is a breath; soon I will vanish from your sight. The eye that looks will not see me; you may search, but I will be gone. Like a cloud fading in the sky, man dissolves into death. He leaves the whole world behind him and never comes home again.

I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I'd never existed.

India's rivers are undergoing a drastic change. Our perennial rivers are becoming seasonal. Many of the smaller rivers have already vanished.

In writing, the point is not to manifest or exalt the act of writing, nor is it to pin a subject within language; it is, rather, a question of creating a space into which the writing subject constantly disappears.

He's already the devil knows where!

Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while by mistake.

People just... disappear, he says. The Earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. Eerie. Kimball yawns, stretching. Really eerie. Ominous. I nod my agreement. It's just- he sights, exasperated- futile.

Something is turning into nothing very quickly

You can disappear here without knowing it.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief.

Have you ever wished that you could disappear from all this?

I've watched snails climb over ten foot walls and vanish.

Silverfish: He disappeared a few years ago. Disappeared? How? said Cuddy. We think, said Silverfish, leaning closer, that he found a way of making himself invisible. Really? Because, said Silverfish, nodding conspiratorially, no-one has seen him.