Quotes About Vanish

I am at the end. I exist no more.

Am I all evil, then? It must be so. If I was created so, born to this fate, who could deny the savagery of God? May I never see that day! Never! Rather let me vanish from the race of men Than know the abomination destined me!

It could very well be that if a grandfather paradox really gets going and history from the point of the twonky forward starts to come unglued... ...we all softly and suddenly vanish away. Not just you and me, but the Sun, Jupiter, Alpha Centauri and the Andromeda Galaxy. And so forth. This is known as the Cosmic Disgust Theory. Or: "If you're going to play games like that, I'll take my marbles and go home. Signed, God.

I'm not sure that it's safe to be happy. You see, I thought for years that I was happy and then it all vanished. So now I think I'd rather take happiness in small doses, seize them when they come and not try to hang on to them. I'm contented. . . . Contented is safer than happy; there's not as far to fall.

My memories of that time are fleeting, but they will never vanish completely, because the unexpected encounters of our lives will always remain with us, causing us great pain in the silent ways we evoke them.

If you want to disappear, Emily, you can do it most anywhere.

Does this happen to you a lot?" I think of vomiting at Mom's bringing up Lola. Of the rage that picked me up when Mark said "Jihadi Jane." The time that vanished when I read the YouTube comments. And other times in my past. Times when I go away, but I'm still here.

Dying is nothing. You have to know how to disappear.

I don't get recognised until I'm on stage, and then I can walk off and forget about it. It's great.

And the behaviour of the cat was somewhat peculiar. It was soon noticed that when there was work to be done the cat could never be found. She would vanish for hours on end, and then reappear at meal-times, or in the evening after work was over, as though nothing had happened. But she always made such excellent excuses , and purred so affectionately , that it was impossible not to believe in her good intentions.

The truth of death is a peculiar thing. For when they leave us the beloved are as if they never were. They vanish from this earth and vanish from the air. What remains are moors and mountains, the solid world upon which we find ourselves, and in which we reign. We are the wolves. We are the lions.

Do not judge others who hesitate in trembling fear before an act that would be easy for you. If each of My children would seek to please Me above all else, fear of others' judgments would vanish, as would attempts to impress others. Focus your attention on the path just ahead of you and on the One who never leaves your side.

ELAINE: Jerry, it's B.O. JERRY: But the whole car smells. ELAINE: So? JERRY: So when somebody has B.O., the "O" usually stays with the "B." Once the "B" leaves, the "O" goes with it.

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]

She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether.

In space, no one can you scream; an in a black hole, no one can see you disappear

As I say, after action, you are so gone no one will ever know you existed.

Opening his arms he said quietly to her, "Disappear here.

Naturally, the quality of language changed. Certain words became suspicious and vanished from public life. Words like 'hope', 'rights', 'truth'. Anyone heard uttering those words found empty spaces around them. It wasn't long before anyone using the word 'freedom' was suspected of harbouring dangerous intentions.

I started to tremble, it was a moment in your life when daily things pass away from you, when all your concerns seem to vanish, and you are allowed by God a little space of clarity and grace. When you see that God himself is in your wife and in your children, and they hold in trust for you your own measure of goodness. And in the manner of your treatment of them lies your own salvation.

For years and years I struggled just to love my life. And then the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. Don't love you life too much, it said, and vanished into the world.

For years and years I struggled just to love my life. And then the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. "Don't love your life too much," it said, and vanished into the world.

Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when I beheld my person reflected in water or my shadow in the moonshine, even as that frail image and that inconstant shade.

Funny, one somehow imagines her snuffing quietly out now, the way the moon would if the sun vanished.