Quotes About Vanishing

He melts, I think. He goes like a drop of froth. You look at him, and there he is. You look at him again, and - there he isn't.

I am so very absent. The world is overcrowded with my absence. Life is where I am not. No matter where I am…

All things are forgotten in the end

Cos'è uno spettro? [...] Uno che è svanito nell'impalpabilità per morte, per assenza, per cambiamento di usi.

He had not died but had faded out like a film in the Sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of existence for he no longer existed.

quickly fading—going

So although only one of them had seen her face, and that just for a second, they let her disappear into the night, which would never release her.

The way of objective reflection makes the subject accidental, and thereby transforms existence into something indifferent, something vanishing. Away from the subject the objective way of reflection leads to the objective truth, and while the subject and his subjectivity become indifferent, the truth also becomes indifferent, and this indifference is precisely its objective validity; for all interest, like all decisiveness, is rooted in subjectivity

But all the photograph told Heidi was that the answers, if there were any, were lost in the wanting and needing and doing. Ghostly figures, caught in a brutal flash of light, and then gone.

How easily it can all be washed away. Power, happiness, even life itself. It only takes an instant, a single unguarded instant. And it's gone.

Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.

Objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories: those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.

No one paid any attention to how things looked, and as they moved faster and faster everything grew uglier and dirtier, and as everything grew uglier and dirtier they moved faster and faster, and at last a very strange thing began to happen. Because nobody cared, the city slowly began to disappear. Day by day the buildings grew fainter and fainter, and the streets faded away, until at last it was entirely invisible. There was nothing to see at all.

The ship was there. It was there, and still there, unmoving, unchanged. And then it was gone.

There wasn't a trace of thrusters now.

They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust.

There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there.

The abyss of the past into which the world is falling. Everything vanishing as if it had never been. We would hardly wish to know ourselves again as we once were and yet we mourn the days.

They had no curiousity about him at all. As if they knew all that they needed to know. They stood and watched him pass and watched him vanish upon that landscape solely because he was passing. Solely because he would vanish.

I no longer have an opinion about reality. I used to. Now I dont. The first rule of the world is that everything vanishes forever. To the extent that you refuse to accept that then you are living in a fantasy.

How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

The first rule of the world is that everything vanishes forever.

dwindling slowly on the road behind him like some storybook peddler from an antique time, dark and bent and spider thin and soon to vanish forever.

Your only real safety would be in disappearing.