disappear

Think how wonderful it might be to no longer matter, Mrs. Peregrine. Think how wonderful it might be to no longer worry, struggle_ or fail.

Keep your problems to yourself, if its too much for you, kill it slowly till it disappears from your life.

We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone.We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.

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

Negative people can only infest you with discouragements when they find you around... Just get lost and get saved!

The smaller fry disappears while the bigger one still rules in the business world and also in other areas like politics.

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

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing.What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.

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 __ose 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.

When you attain the highest wisdom, you will disappear physically because people will start seeing only your ideas and thinking about only your wisdom; you will die physically and you will turn into an empty chair full of universe simply!

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.

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.

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

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

Courage is like magic, courage vanishes crisis.

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!