Best 300 quotes in «disappear quotes» category

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out discretion, and so disappears the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.

We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.

We're all vanishing organisms and disappearing creatures in space and time - that death sentence in space in time that Kafka talked about with such profundity.

We're human, this is our world, and I think we learn that that which is most personal is most general. And so, in a sense, we disappear into this larger world.

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

We should take as a maxim never to be surprised at current difficulties, no more than at a passing breeze, because with a little patience we shall see them disappear. Time changes everything.

What really keeps me going is the constant belief that it could all disappear tomorrow.

When becoming disappears, all the smoke of becoming disappears, there is the flame of being, and that very flame is celebration.

What you resist persists. And only what you look at, and own, can disappear. You make it disappear by simply changing your mind about it.

When depreciated, mutilated, or debased coinage (or currency) is in concurrent circulation with money of high value in terms of precious metals, the good money automatically disappears.

When one experiences truth, the madness of finding fault with others disappears.

When it comes to wilderness animals we have to make an effort to preserve what areas we can that they can be themselves in. Its come to a point though, clearly, where some species have to be cared for by humans if they are not going to disappear altogether.

When government disappears, its not as if paradise will take its place. When governments are gone, other interests will take their place.

When I was anorexic it just seemed like I literally wanted to disappear. And now I would like to reappear.

When money disappears, we soon understand the power of absence.

When someone gradually leaves your life, that's one thing because you get used to the end of it. When somebody disappears, it takes all of your control away. It leaves you frantic.

When we have an inner initiation into pure love, we are in contact with our true nature. Judgment of ourselves and others disappears. Compassionate, discerning wisdom then enters the equation in all of our relationships.

When your science runs into a policy roadblock, all of a sudden the science starts to disappear.

When words & manners leave you no space for yourself make very personal very clear & your obstructions will join you or disappear.

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

Wherever art appears, life disappears.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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 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 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.

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.

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

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" )

... 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.

Disappear in books. Come back as something better.

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!

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

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.

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.

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

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.