Quotes About Vanishing

Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.

Or rather, I dreamed of her constantly, only as absence, not presence: a breeze blowing through a just-vacated house, her handwriting on a notepad, the smell of her perfume, streets in strange lost towns where I knew she'd been walking only a moment before but had just vanished, a shadow moving away against a sunstruck wall. Sometimes I spotted her in a crowd, or in a taxicab pulling away, and these glimpses of her I treasured despite the fact that I was never able to catch up with her.

Nihil sub sole novum [...] Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.

ten years of our lives were as a mist that rolls away.

They talk about everything that happened right in front of me like I'm not there. They don't see me. When you don't see someone, she disappears. That's why I'm vanishing.

All roads come to an end, and all ends are the same, trailing off into nothing; even an echo eventually will be silenced" (Kincaid 215).

I would never have to fake my own death, he found himself thinking. I've all but vanished already. Part of him welcomed that. Another part, larger but distributed so thinly across his personality that it seemed invisible, panicked soundlessly on a twenty-four-hour schedule.

Someday I'll give it to her. When everything is better. The natural history of her life, sketched out, because nothing means as much until it has vanished.

because nothing means as much until it has vanished.

Memories were built of air, and blew away.

moments one knows only death will obliterate.

the feeling that I was becoming no one at all

Now you go into oblivion.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...

What should I do?" he whispered. The slightest tremor, over the still water of her face. "Do not ask me to choose," she said. And vanished.

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

That was all it took – a shower of rain, the slam of a door, the thrust of a knife or a gunshot – and just like that, a person could be gone with nothing but the memories of others to show that they'd ever existed.

within the space of a single lifetime, it was all gone.

Wilfrid then disappears for over a decade.

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.

Everything in life is going to fade away one day. So enjoy everything you have before its gone.

But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us - how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place. The whole earth a point in space - and most of it uninhabited.

He has departed, withdrawn, gone away, broken out.

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.