Quotes About Vanishing

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J'étais de toute éternité et je suis né afin de pouvoir enfin m'anéantir.

She was the living effigy of everything we will never be and, in every sense of the word, she was the retard that I was and that I wasn't, she was my vanishing, wasted talent, and I was the price society paid so that I could become what she couldn't. And this was exactly what I was trying to love; what this little girl, this girl of wire, made it known she could never be; everthing that had been, or that would be no matter who we were, borne away from each of us.

In the world of energy politics, the sudden vanishing of the word 'coal' is a remarkable and unprecedented event.

in death, he is not even the ghost he was in life.

He was simply gone, and he took all our peace with him.

But now it was as if such simplicity had, without him even noticing it happening, grown very small and far away and him on the deck of an old ocean liner heading towards rough sea and waving like a madman back at a shore which, like a time when there'd been a steady kind of joy in something like the simplicity of a lemon, had disappeared, vanished completely, was no longer visible to the eye. Is no longer. Loser.

it goes away and you almost forget it but emotions stay

and half-formed faces float out and vanish too undulating to be actual

and the whole apparition only ever known backwards already too late now almost gone

somebody out not back being out again

What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.

Poetry is a principle of power invoked by all of us against our vanishing.

I remembered being young in the late '70s and early '80s and growing up at the height of the Cold War. I remembered how scared I was of nuclear weapons, how often I though about them and about the possibility of everything and everyone I knew vanishing in a second in temperatures hotter than the centre of the sun.

You would never have seen me on any party scene, which is probably what made me able to disappear, in a way, because the tabloids had nothing to follow.

For me, my favorite Mariah Carey songs were never the singles, ever. My favorite Mariah song of all time is 'Sent From Up Above' from her first album, or 'Vanishing,' songs no one talks about.

That's it, fuckers. I've saved your dumb asses more than once. Let me choke you a little as I vanish into the sky.

before she disappeared.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

Someone would cut his name into the face of a tombstone and it would be as if he never was.

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

The ever-after is like a drop of time that got knocked out, sitting alone by itself with no past behind it to push it forward and no future to pull it along. It's hanging to us by the ley lines, sort of. Your circles aren't made up of differing realities, they're made up of the stretchy stuff that's holding us and the ever-after together, keeping the ever-after from vanishing like it should.

My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.

She was like a candle that just went out. All the circles that made her up suddenly got lopsided and warped.