Quotes About Disappearance

I stood where they'd left me. I watched them get smaller and smaller as they went down the hallway, leaving me there without a word, not even looking back. Only I was getting smaller and smaller, being swallowed up in the suffocating emptiness of the silent house; so that by the time they came back again, I would have disappeared.

His [(Rumpelstiltskin)] feeling that his name, which is his identity, must be kept secret, or else he'll be revealed to the world as the hunchbacked, shriveled, ridiculous creature he knows himself to be. And if that happens, he'll disappear.

This is until you're forty-five, ladies, after which you vanish into thin air like the smile of the Cheshire cat leaving behind only a disgusting grossness and a subtle poison that automatically infects every man under twenty-one.

had disappeared to meet her online hottie, Liam. She was

You think you've disappeared, and then someone comes along and says, 'I see you. I want you.'" "Yes," I whisper, glad she understands. "It's crack," she says, smiling. "Pure fucking crack.

The Taking of MH370.

She simply vanished, I suppose she's entitled to go if she wants to - she's free, white and twenty-one.

I wonder who gave the order to hunt down the people who ran the breeding farms. "I think those people are truly gone, and we shouldn't look too hard for them or ask too many questions.

we disappear. It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.

HE WAS FOURTEEN it was years ago and Sad's name wasn't Sad yet. First comet. G had just stumbled off a bus they looked at one another and that lasted until G was almost twenty but he. Well. Being a loyal soul himself. Sad's need to make friends everywhere. Sex friends club friends gym friends dope friends shopping friends breakdown friends a common enough problem. Sad didn't see a problem. One day he looked around and G was gone.

It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.

Moon girls, where did you go?

Pour comprendre le génie de Proust, il faut avoir vécu cela, Albertine disparue. Je revis vraiment La prisonnière et Albertine disparue (La fugitive, comme titre, me plaît moins).

A lot of people have been hyped up to be great but just disappeared. I promised myself I wouldn't be one of them.

I'm no fan of Sarkozy, but I support a ban on face veils because they erase women from society and are promoted by an ultra-conservative ideology that equates piety with the disappearance of women.

I chose to camouflage my body into the environment because this way, people will pay more attention to the background's social property, and the meaning of my body disappeared in this environment as an individual.

The epic story of the West is the development in the 19th century of a mass prosperity the world had never seen and its near-disappearance in one nation after another in the 20th.

England had declared war to defend the independence of Poland. Now that country had quite disappeared and the two strongest states in the world guaranteed her extinction.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

Involuntarily I glanced seaward and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby, he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

The latter was considered a good fellow and a fine leader, until a year later, when he disappeared with a mess fund of eleven hundred dollars and, like so many leaders, proved exceedingly difficult to follow.

But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far way, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

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Neste momento vem-me uma vaga saudade E um vago desejo plácido Que aparece e desaparece.   Também às vezes, à flor dos ribeiros, Formam-se bolhas na água Que nascem e se desmancham E não têm sentido nenhum Salvo serem bolhas de água Que nascem e se desmancham.