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you will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf know you could tumble at any second. Then decide what to do with your time. --The Art of Disappearing

A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall. Stallions should always run. Lest they stale become, in turn. Running waters are most clear. In some books, you disappear – lose yourself, and track of time. How I wish that one was mine... Mine, to have, to write, to read... Mine, just like a flying steed. Mine, forever, - to improve. Would I then, of me, approve? I would not, I can't... myself. I'm but dust, swept off a shelf. Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled, down, beside my flower, petalled.

A crazy certainty had arisen in his mind: a hand - or perhaps a claw - was going to swim up from the grayness of the Kindle's screen, grab him by the throat, and yank him in.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

... and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken words and turn it into music. Turn it into poetry. And I sing to make myself come alive, but also for you, because I’d like this to mean something. To not disappear with the dark I will enter one day and so now I will tell. If not for you, then for my own heart, because it tells me to, and I'm learning to listen.

But, sometimes, especially late at night, when only the wind is awake with my thoughts, I feel an urgent need. I think of lacing up my tennis shoes and stepping out the door, already in a half run. I think of running and running forever, until I become part of the night sky. -The Art of Leaving

Courage is like magic, courage vanishes crisis.

Disappear for a while! Let the people miss you! And this is what the sun does with the sunset! When you reappear, you are much loved!

Don’t waste your time trying to look all bad at me. See, I know you, man,” Howard said. “School Bus Sam. Mr. Fireman. You go all heroic, but then you disappear. Don’t you? It kind of comes and goes with you. Everyone last night is all, ‘Where’s Sam? Where’s Sam?’ And I had to say, ‘Well, kids, Sam is off with Astrid the Genius because Sam can’t be hanging out with regular people like us. Sam has to go off with his hot blond girlfriend.’” “She’s not my girlfriend,” Sam said, and instantly regretted it. Howard laughed, delighted to have provoked him. “See, Sam, you always got to be in your own little world, too good for everyone, while me and Captain Orc and our boys here, we’re always going to be around. You step away, and we step up.

Eventually everything appears to disappear from the life. That's it.

For your every tear, know that I'll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I'll never disappear.

From my low perch, I watch the world as it passes by on these dirty side streets. There are no westerners in this corner of the city. Just locals going about their business. Weighing out brightly colored spices, walking back from the fish market, stopping at the paan shop, socializing over tea. Old men in lungis and flip-flops walking hand in hand and dirty-faced children who are all bright smiles and wild eyes. I am comfortable here. Sitting on this board, in this tiny chai stall, hidden away from the recognizable world. For the moment, I have disappeared.

A fleeting moment can become an eternity. From a past encounter everything may disappear in the dungeon of forgetfulness. A few furtive flashes or innocent twinkles can survive, though. Some immaterial details may remain marked in our memory, forever. A significant look, a salient colour or a unforeseen gesture may abide, indelibly engraved in our mind. ( "Girl in blue" )

But I drink differently than they do. They drink to take the edge off. I drink to disappear.

Disappear in books. Come back as something better.

Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen light comes on.

He took off for the mysterious end of the canal where, moving the handle with ever-increasing speed, he has been running, insanely, to this day, steadily decreasing his volume in the hope that he may, one day, penetrate and disappear into micro-infinity.

How does ‘common sense’ arise? Through conflicts. During conflicts, if one does not clash with anyone, even if the other person comes clashing with him, he should not clash with him. If one is able to remain this way, ‘common sense’ will arise. Otherwise, whatever ‘common sense’ there is, it too will disappear!

I am disappearing, maybe I'm already gone.

I feel as if I'm disappearing. I wake, I work, I eat, I sleep. No family, no great career. I could disappear tomorrow, like Iolanthe

If the world you created on your own is stronger than the real world, then the real world disappears and you stay alone with your own created world!

I feel like I could disappear because I'm not real to other people.

Internal Affairs seems to be making complaints from the general public about law enforcement officers completely disappear from their records.

I realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I'd never be able to make my way home again. But I have no idea why.

It isn't the happy ending Ingrid and I had dreamed up, but it's all a part of what I'm working through. The way life changes. The way people and things disappear. Then appear, unexpectedly, and hold you close.

It is only with the heart that one can see, hear and feel clearly. Think of an image, music or movie that moves you. Things that we truly love touch our heart before our head analyzes them away. Once we think we understand them, they disappear... It is because simple things in life are invisible, inaudible and insensible to an analytical mind and an undiscerning heart. Let your heart hear the music -- be moved by images, people and places... for that makes you more alive than others.

Folks do not want to see a body disappear before their very eyes. Not me at least.

If you don’t know the art of disappearance, learn it because you will need it every time you get bored of the society you are living in!

I hope that in due time the chemists will justify their proceedings by some large generalisations deduced from the infinity of results which they have collected. For me I am left hopelessly behind and I will acknowledge to you that through my bad memory organic chemistry is to me a sealed book. Some of those here, Hofmann for instance, consider all this however as scaffolding, which will disappear when the structure is built. I hope the structure will be worthy of the labour. I should expect a better and a quicker result from the study of the powers of matter, but then I have a predilection that way and am probably prejudiced in judgment.

I'll catch any rose in my vase-shaped heart, then process it through my vascular system, until there's nothing left.

I should like to tidy things up and disappear.

It was in those moments that I became one of them, one of the leavers. I'm leaving and I'm never coming back, I thought. It felt powerful. I finally felt in control. Is this how it felt to all the others. the leavers, the takers, the breakers? I became what they were. I could disappear. -The Art of Leaving

It’s not like you’d ignore me and I’ll disappear. I’m a deep wound, not a careless scratch.

I’ve reached the vanishing point without you. Here my heartache begins with your pain trying to find an unborn start in this fatal disappearance From the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point

Nếu cứ hành động theo cách này thì tôi sẽ biến mất, từ từ nhưng chắc chắn. Mọi bình minh và mọi hoàng hôn sẽ cướp đoạt của tôi từng mảnh, từng mảnh bản thân tôi, và chẳng bao lâu nữa cuộc đời tôi sẽ bị bào mòn hoàn toàn - và kết cục tôi sẽ chẳng là gì.

Only someone wishing to disappear would ever strive to 'fit in'.

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

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

Live to revel in just another twilight. Life may sink and disappear along with the sunset never to rise again

Love must risk all or perish.

Me would like an invisibility cloak to get the hell out of this mess.

She isn't here, but around here, in a deep rain disappearing.

She said that everything that disappeared from our side went over to theirs, where they kept living normal lives, waiting for the things still lingering with us to join them, and make the world whole once more.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

Please God, when I open my eyes, make this nightmare disappear.

Sometimes the wind will take you, or sometimes the wind will carry you.

Sometimes we all want to disappear in the depths of an infinite path and the reason of this is obvious: We all come from the depths of infinity!

That magical moment when people from your past make an appearance in your life out of the blue & you just hope they disappear again soon.

Praise, my dear one. Let us disappear into praising. Nothing belongs to us.