We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery still exists, but now it applies only to women and its name is prostitution.
At some point, one asks, "Toward what end is my life lived?" A great freedom comes from being able to answer that question. A sleeper can be decoyed out of bed by the sheer beauty of dawn on the open seas. Part of my job, as I see it, is to allow tha...
Americans... are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.
The more we wait, the more everything and everyone looks like a grain of sand escaping between our fingers before vanishing into the wind.
My mind is like a room where the door swings free in the breeze, and many visitors come and go and stay and vanish as they will.
When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it has not been. ("Out Of The Deep")
Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.
Pursue not the outer entanglements; Dwell not in the inner void; Be serene in the oneness of things; And dualism vanishes by itself.
Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans's past.
Fifty years," I hackneyed, "is a long time." "Not when you're looking back at them," she said. "You wonder how they vanished so quickly.
Then all the charm Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other.
For a while, Criticism travels side by side with the Work, then Criticism vanishes and it's the Readers who keep pace. The journey may be long or short.
It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
When mountain-climbing is made too easy, the spiritual effect the mountain exercises vanishes into the air.
If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.
When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.
In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.
Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.
Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.
When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.
