Quotes About Vanish

Her temperament has never been competitive; she immediately wants to disappear, to obliterate herself, to make way for them.

Prince, I warn you, under the rose,Time is the thief you cannot banish.These are my daughters, I suppose.But where in the world did the children vanish?

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

A revelation is like a sneeze. Sounds unlikely, but it is. It can be lost, can simply vanish, if one does not look straight into the light and ask the inside to come out.

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

There are times when one needs to disappear while in the living room, and sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

Tek bir iste?im vard?: Gitmek, yürümek ya da ölmek, umurumda de?ildi. Uzakla?mak istiyordum, kaybolmak, ormanda ve bulutlarda eriyip gitmek, hat?rlamamak, unutmak, unutmak.

T]he people who fail in the struggle for existence-that is, those who become vassals and are thereby condemned to vanish-are those who do not display the heroic virtues, or who fall victim to the trickery of the parasites. And even in this latter case, the failure is not so much a lack of intelligence but rather of courage and determination-which then tries to conceal itself beneath a cloak of humanitarianism.

Who says that all must vanish? Who knows, perhaps the flight of the bird you wound remains, and perhaps flowers survive caresses in us, in their ground. It isn't the gesture that lasts, but it dresses you again in gold armor--from breast to knees-- and the battle was so pure an Angel wears it after you.

The other shoe went flying unto the devil-god of that river. I thought, 'By Jove! it's all over. We are too late; he has vanished—the gift has vanished, by means of some spear, arrow, or club. I will never hear that chap speak after all,'—and my sorrow had a startling extravagance of emotion

The way to get rid of darkness is with light; the way to overcome cold is with heat; the way to over-come the negative thought is to substitute the good thought. Affirm the good, and the bad will vanish.

Consummation is consumption We cannot consummate our bliss and not consume All joys are cakes and vanish in eating All bliss is sugar's melting in the mouth

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

And after that the dream faded,

And the sweetness of the thought struck her: how lovely to vanish off the face of the earth, what a sweet dream to vanish now, out of her body: poof, like a spirit. Chains clattering empty to the floor.

Her suspicions seethed. Over sixty, with a life of violence behind him, Buccleuch had been a broken man after the affair at Liddel Castle. More recently, however, the light of purpose had entered his eye, and, nimble as an elderly rectangular goblin, he had vanished and reappeared at Branxholm until they had all gone off their food.

Because, you see, if the man were an invention—a fabrication—how much easier to make him disappear!

It was rather like the exit of a bumblebee and left a noticeable silence behind it.

He was impressed, as everyone was impressed, by Henry's personality. Though such a large and portly man he had appeared, as it were, like some vast travesty of Ariel who could materialize and vanish at will.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed there is no winter and no night all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,-all duties even.

What is illusion? M.: To whom is the illusion? Find it out. Then illusion will vanish. Generally people want to know about illusion and do not examine to whom it is. It is foolish. Illusion is outside and unknown. But the seeker is considered to be known and is inside. Find out what is immediate, intimate, instead of trying to find out what is distant and unknown.

Never mind the mind. If its source is sought, it will vanish leaving the Self unaffected.

Libraries are sanctuaries from the world and command centers into it . . . They are, ideally, places where nothing happens and where everything that has happened is stored up to be remembered and relived, the place where the world is folded up into boxes of paper. Every book is a door that opens onto another world . . . and a library is a Milky Way of worlds. . . . all imaginative, engrossing books are landscapes into which readers vanish.

Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.