Quotes About Disappearance

There are two places in the world where men can most effectively disappear - the city of London and the South Seas.

From nine years old, I lived with fear. I saw our neighbours disappearing. I was scared that I would come home from school and my parents would not be there.

Berdua saja tidaklah cukup, itu adalah masalahnya. Ia selalu berpikir bahwa dua adalah angka yang tepat, dan ia benci untuk hidup dalam keluarga berjumlah tiga, empat, atau lima. Tapi, sekarang ia bisa melihat alasan dibalik hal itu: Jika seseorang menghilang, maka kau tidak akan tinggal sendiri.

She disappeared. Since then I had never thought anymore of her. Nevertheless, she must have continued to live deep down in my heart, and today, on this empty coast, she reappeared, pale and plaintive, from the depths of my being.

A woman calls from Seaview to say her linen closet is missing. Last September, her house had six bedrooms, two linen closets. She's sure of it. Now she's only got one. She comes to open her beach house for the summer. She drives out from the city with the kids and the nanny and the dog, and here they are with all heir luggage, and their towels are gone. Disappeared. Poof. Bermuda triangulated.

Si tal vez no necesitáramos de un personaje mítico y salvaje para representar nuestras vidas en proceso de desaparición.

Liberdade é perder toda a esperança... Você olha para uma estrela e desaparece dentro dela.

Somehow, the disappearance of coffee feels worse than the disappearance of all humankind.

I'm afraid you're going to disappear one day, Kazahaya. Just like your name…just like the wind.

Entonces se produjo el momento más exquisito de su vida, al pasar junto a una hornacina de piedra con flores. Sally se detuvo; cogió una flor; la besó en los labios. ¡Fue como si el mundo entero se hubiese puesto boca abajo! Los demás desaparecieron; ahí estaba ella a solas con Sally.

Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my bicycle with the low handlebars and the big gear? It seems there's a law which says that nothing ever vanishes, that matter is indestructible; therefore the chips from my skittles and the spokes of my bicycle still exist somewhere to this day. The pity of it is that I'll never find them again - never.

The recollection also came back empty, and for the first time in all his life, perhaps, Luzhin asked himself the question – where exactly had it all gone, what had become of his childhood, whither had the veranda floated, whither, rustling through the bushes, had the familiar paths crept away?

Cannot it actually be that in a wildly literal sense, unacceptable to one's reason, he meant disappearing in his art, dissolving in his verse, thus leaving of himself, of his nebulous person, nothing but verse?

Then He was gone. I opened my eyes. My savior was looking at me. I think he was wanting another beer.

It's a mystery where your daughter's gone, and a mystery where the other two've gone,

I am sixteen when my mother steps out of her skin one frozen January afternoon- pure self, atoms twinkling like microscopic diamond chips around her, perhaps the chiming of a clock, or a few bright flute notes in the distance- and disappears. No one sees her leave, but she is gone.

The rage melted like snow in the sun.

I was just a year older than Barbara when she vanished, and this fact seemed significant to me. I had a sense that the decisions I was making then would determine the rest of my life. Like with a rocket ship, the trajectory set on the ground was critical; a fraction of a degree in the wrong direction could send me to a wildly different place.

He smiled and cut her off, he felt very secure, safe, out of reach; she could threaten him but she could not find him. All she could do was call and beg and bully, but that was only because he allowed her this luxury of contact. If he chose to, he could disappear entirely, and as soon as he had executed his plan that's exactly what he would do. Wait until it has all played out, he told himself, wait for the money and the big finale and then be gone.

they are suspected of dismembering and devouring the body of Amelia Earhart

Apparently, a tribe of Fuegian Indians had used the place to bury their dead in warm weather, and then vanished

San Antonio, and all her crew, had vanished.

the next day, bearing precious guanacos, and received still more gifts in trade, but then he was not seen or heard from again.

No sign of her anywhere here. Signs of her everywhere here.