Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.
Haruki MurakamiTags: memory weather disappearance evaporation
What other species now require of us is our attention. Otherwise, we are entering a narrative of disappearing intelligences.
Terry Tempest WilliamsTags: intelligence language culture narrative disappearance
Only a few months into our marriage, we started marking off areas in the apartment as "Nothing Places," in which one could be assured of complete privacy, we agreed that we never would look at the marked-off zones, that they would be nonexistent territories in the apartment in which one could temporarily cease to exist, the first was in the bedroom, by the foot of the bed, we marked it off with red tape on the carpet, and it was just large enough to stand in, it was a good place to disappear, we knew it was there but we never looked at it, it worked so well that we decided to create a Nothing Place in the living room, it seemed necessary, because there are times when one needs to disappear while in the living room, and sometimes one simply wants to disappear, we made this zone slightly larger so that one of us could lie down in it, it was a rule that you never would look at that rectangle of space, it didn't exist, and when you were in it, neither did you, for a while that was enough, but only for a while.
Jonathan Safran FoerTags: disappearance
ليلتها، كنت قاسياً معها.. لكنني لم أعاتبها خشية أن تعاود الغياب.. ولم تسألني هي عن سبب خشونتي، ربما لأنها كانت تدرك أسبابه!.. كنت خائفاً جداً لأنني أعرف بأنني قاب قوسين أو أدنى من اختفائها!..
سألتها بعد ذلك بأيام: كيف تفعلين هذا؟!.. كيف تختفين فجأ وتظهرين فجأة؟!..
قالت بسخرية: أتظن بأنني ساحرة؟!..
- لماذا تجيبين الأسئلة بالأسئلة؟!..
Tags: woman disappearance
Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemos.
Bernard of ClunyTags: loss roses purity corruption names decline disappearance void ubi-sunt
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
Dejan StojanovicTags: wisdom poetry change literature quotes made nothing thoughts poems disappearance changes places disappear poetry-quotes literature-quotes
I dreamed of you every night. It felt so real. And when I'd wake up the next morning, it was like your disappearance was fresh. Like you'd left me all over again.
Brodi AshtonTags: dream disappearance left
Will the day tell its secret
Before it disappears,
Becomes timeless night.
Tags: wisdom day poetry literature night secret quotes thoughts disappearance disappear timeless poetry-quotes quotes-to-live-by literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic circling
The young man went to India, where he was drowned. As there is no mystery in this matter, it may as well be stated here that young Heaton ultimately returned to England, as drowned men have ever been in the habit of doing, when their return will mightily inconvenience innocent persons who have taken their places. It is a disputed question whether the sudden disappearance of a man, or his reappearance after a lapse of years, is the more annoying.
("The Vengeance Of The Dead")
Tags: disappearance replacement reappearance
And it was in that moment of distress and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart. It dropped with deadly effect upon the sorest spot of all, completely unnerving him. He had been secretly dreading all the time that it
would come - and come it did.
Far overhead, muted by great height and distance, strangely thinned and wailing, he heard the crying voice of Defago, the guide.
The sound dropped upon him out of that still, wintry sky with an effect of dismay and terror unsurpassed. The rifle fell to his feet. He stood motionless an instant, listening as it were with his whole body, then staggered back against the nearest tree for support, disorganized hopelessly in mind and spirit. To him, in that moment, it seemed the most shattering and dislocating experience he had ever known, so that his heart emptied itself of all feeling whatsoever as by a sudden draught.
'Oh! oh! This fiery height! Oh, my feet of fire! My burning feet of fire...' ran in far, beseeching accents of indescribable appeal this voice of anguish down the sky. Once it called - then silence through all the listening wilderness of trees.
And Simpson, scarcely knowing what he did, presently found himself running wildly to and fro, searching, calling, tripping over roots and boulders, and flinging himself in a frenzy of undirected pursuit after the Caller. Behind the screen of memory and emotion with which experience veils events, he plunged, distracted and half-deranged, picking up false lights like a ship at sea, terror in his eyes and heart and soul. For the Panic of the Wilderness had called to him in that far voice - the Power of untamed Distance - the Enticement of the Desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably lost, suffering the lust
and travail of a soul in the final Loneliness. A vision of Defago, eternally hunted, driven and pursued across the skyey vastness of those ancient forests fled like a flame across the dark ruin of his thoughts...
It seemed ages before he could find anything in the chaos of his disorganized sensations to which he could anchor himself steady for a moment, and think...
The cry was not repeated; his own hoarse calling brought no response; the inscrutable forces of the Wild had summoned their victim beyond recall - and held him fast.
("The Wendigo")
Tags: loneliness distance panic forest wilderness wild voice disappearance desolation
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