Quotes About Disappearance

An interesting footnote to the centuries of accusations that have swirled around Richard III and the disappearance of his nephews took place in the United States in 1997. In an extraordinary mock trial, Richard III was brought up on charges of murdering his nephews. Presiding was a panel of three US Supreme Court judges. Cases for both prosecution and defence were duly presented. The judges returned a unanimous verdict of 'not guilty on all counts'.

I was very interested in what happens to the husband when his wife goes missing, and how quickly they can be turned into heroes and villains.

There is no sadder tale in the annals of architecture than the virtual disappearance of the defining architectural form of the Modern Movement - publicly sponsored housing.

However, that old mode of Polish filmmaking virtually disappeared.

It really is a day job, and it also seems to have virtually disappeared-with no remorse, really. It gives me more time to paint.

Armand Gamache had another skill that Brébeuf didn't seem to possess. He could disappear, when he chose. And it appeared he chose to disappear at that moment. Armand Gamache sat quietly. Almost a hole in the room.

Les questions auxquelles elles apportent des réponses ont disparu du champ de nos préoccupations ordinaires de sorte qu'elles n'ont pratiquement plus droit de cité, en tout cas plus sous leur forme originelle, dans l'espace public.

From 'Periodic Table of Elements': A girl ago, a girlhood gone like a phial of ether | Thrown on fire--just | A little jump of flame, like grief, or | Like a penicillin that has lost its skill at killing | Off, it then is gone.

they are shrouding words so that families cannot find them.

I just hope Stacy knows I understand it's rough for her, the fact that it's tragic actually, the fact that it's just awful to lose your dad and never know where the heck he is, or why he disappeared, the fact that it's like she's just stuck in limbo, sitting duck, waiting for Frank's next move, his next urge to get in touch.

If you hid long enough, a ghost among men, you might disappear forever without anyone noticing. It's human nature to ensure that someone has seen the mark you left behind.

After she had spoken she looked out the window once more. Darkness had fallen and she could see only her own reflection in the glass. The intruder had gone, though she had scarcely noticed him slip away. She looked at herself in the window. Soon there would be no reflection of her anywhere at all.

Si no hablo, podría desaparecer.

So . . . suddenly there were no tapes of The 1948 Show. It was no more. It was an ex-series.

Trust nobody except yourself, because you never know when those 'real' friends will disappear.

Their disappearance from the human family would be no great loss to the world.

I remember reading about the Marie Celeste when I was a kid and becoming obsessed with what happened.

Then the geese replaced themselves with six pigs and vanished.

Porque alguien me escucha y quiere descubrir el enigma de los malestares de mi cuerpo, estos malestares cobrarán un sentido en mi historia; tal vez así podrán desaparecer alguna vez".

He saw the statue - she shrank back as he hurried forward. And then he realized it wasn't her. Rose was taken aback. She hadn't known - how could she know - what her disappearence had done to him. This Doctor had a look of such despair in his eyes that her heart almost stopped in pity. She wanted more than anything else to go to him, tell him that everything was going to be alright. But... what with possibly ripping time and space apart, that was probably a bad idea.

They talk about everything that happened right in front of me like I'm not there. They don't see me. When you don't see someone, she disappears. That's why I'm vanishing.

Came home to find the Sting CDs gone. Odd. He thought she must have taken the boom box into the kitchen to wash the dishes. But the boom box was also gone. He looked in the bedroom - the bed was stripped. He said aloud, "If the tampons are gone, you have left me." The medicine cabinet was bare.

Maybe I had been alone in that apartment so much by then that I had retreated into some kind of inner, unsociable space that was hard to come out of. Maybe I felt I had disappeared and I was comfortable that way and did not want to be forced back into existence. I don't know.

I would never have to fake my own death, he found himself thinking. I've all but vanished already. Part of him welcomed that. Another part, larger but distributed so thinly across his personality that it seemed invisible, panicked soundlessly on a twenty-four-hour schedule.