Quotes About Vanishing

Sometimes you do things that are fundamentally built to touch the world, and you feel good when you're successful doing it, and you're disappeared when the world fails to respond, which also happens.

Happiness is indeed a Eurydice, vanishing as soon as gazed upon. It can exist only in acceptance, and succumbs as soon as it is laid claim to.

Very happy or unhappy, people disappear.

And sometimes you realize the value of the rain by knowing how unreliable and vanishing the rainbow is.

When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?

I spilled spot remover on my dog now he's gone.

He's a ghost, not a carnival magician.-Benny Imura

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

All these thoughts moved through her head like moths around a fire, sometimes vanishing into the darkness, sometimes catching light and zigzagging crazily about.

Basta con que alguien salga por una puerta y desaparezca para que su imagen empiece a difuminarse, basta con dejar de ver para ya no ver claro, o no ver nada; y con oír pasa lo mismo, y no digamos con el tacto.

And then one day, you too disappear. Your armchair is still there. But instead of you sitting in it, there is just an empty space. You went back to where you came from just a few years ago.

La incomunicación es la mejor manera para que algo que existía deje de existir.

you don't speak you no longer speak to yourself even the she in the mirror has disappeared

Memory near oblivion. Far death

Los años se restan, se diluyen, se esfuman, en vertiginoso retroceso del tiempo

Gone — flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.

Il avait à peine besoin de disparaître pour ne plus exister.

Long answers need long time. And long time is exactly what's vanishing.

There may be ten million different species on the earth, or a hundred million species. The forest canopy is the earth's secret ocean, and it is inhabited by many living things that don't have names, and are vanishing before they have even been seen by human eyes.

This was how people disappeared from history, wasn't it? They weren't erased, they were explained away.

Their names written on water. Or scorched into the earth. Or atomized into the air. Legion.

When Theo returned along St. Andrews Street the girl with the custard-yellow hair was no longer there and he worried that she might never be there again. Because that was how it happened: one moment you were there, laughing, talking, breathing, and the next you were gone. Forever. And there wasn't even a shape left in the world where you'd been, neither the trace of a smile nor the whisper of a word. Just nothing

Five years later those fellows were all gone, their capital vanished like so much cigar smoke, while I churned out the only commodities that still held their value: courage, poise, humor, and hope.