Quotes About Vanishing

But what is your life? Can you see it? It vanishes at its own appearance. Moment by moment. Until it vanishes to appear no more. When you look at the world is there a point in time when the seen becomes the remembered? How are they separate? It is that which we have no way o show. It is that which is missing from our map and from the picture that it makes. And yet is all we have.

The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

No one saw firedrake as he made his escape along the canal.

Although it's not just plants and animals that die out, so do books. Quite often, I'm sorry to say. I'm sure you could fill a hundred houses like this one to the roof with all the books that have disappeared forever.

What happened to a book that disappeared into its own story?

Sometimes, Jake, disappeared is worse than dead. With dead, at least there's an end.

It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.

We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it has not been. (Out Of The Deep)

sounds as faint as the vanishing remembrance of voices in a dream

When he was finished, he left without so much as a word.

She blazed, burned herself out, and then disappeared into the silent deep, sounding the echoes of remembrance throughout a hollow and shattered heart.

Time just gets away from us.

I write your name for the last time in this mist, White breath on the windowpane, And watch it vanish. No, it stays there.

I'm on trial for my own disappearance?

So I started in, but I could not go on. Each word I spoke erased itself in the air.

Worse than seeing a spider is suddenly no longer seeing that spider.

We are closer to the end of the world than to that minute that has just passed by, because that is lost forever.

consciousness of disappearance and nothingness, a conspiracy to death

None of these men stayed around very long, though neither Greening nor anyone else ever witnessed their departure. Strangely, every one of them left his trunk behind.

In every other place on Earth, nobility and integrity are vanishing quickly.

One feels pan of a vast servitude, anonymous and unending, all of it vanishing unexpectedly with the passing image of Madame Picquet behind the glass of her office, that faintly vulgar, thrilling profile. As I think of it, there's an ache in my chest. I cannot control these dreams in which she seems to lie in my future like a whole season of extravagant meals if only I knew how to arrange it.

One must have heroes, which is to say, one must create them. And they become real through our envy, our devotion. It is we who give them their majesty, their power, which we ourselves could never possess. And in turn, they give some back. They do not last forever. They fade. They vanish. They are surpassed, forgotten — one hears of them no more.

But of course, in one sense, Dean never died - his existence is superior to such accidents. One must have heroes, which is to say, one must create them. And they become real through our envy, our devotion. It is we who give them their majesty, their power, which ourselves could never possess. And in turn, they give some back. But they are mortal, these heroes, just as we are. They do not last forever. They fade. They vanish. They are surpassed, forgotten - one hears of them no more.