Best 300 quotes in «disappear quotes» category

Who among us wouldn't rush out and buy a Pepsi if we thought it would make the Osborne's disappear?

Why are they going to disappear him?' I don't know.' It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar.

Will the theater disappear? No. Is it healthy? Also no.

Without any fight, just being a witness, mind disappears.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

You can't pick and choose the days that you feel like being responsible. It's not something that disappears when you're tired.

You do not ask a tame seagull why it needs to disappear from time to time toward the open sea. It goes, that's all.

You have to be un-compromised in your level of commitment to whatever you are doing, or it can disappear as fast as it appeared. Commitment cannot be compromised by rewards.

Your brand is your public identity, what you're trusted for. And for your brand to endure it has to be tested, redefined, managed and expanded as markets evolve. Brands either learn or disappear.

You know for me when I promise something I want to deliver. If you don't, you have to disappear.

You'll know the green revolution has been won when the word 'green' disappears.

You just watch somebody you love slowly, slowly disappear and go away.

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.

You're making something that won't be what it is until some unknown date in the future. All aspects of the personal disappear.

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

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

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" )

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.

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.

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

Courage is like magic, courage vanishes crisis.

Disappear in books. Come back as something better.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

I am disappearing, maybe I'm already gone.

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

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 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!

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 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 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.

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

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

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.

I should like to tidy things up and disappear.

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.

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

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

Love must risk all or perish.

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

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