#vanishing

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#approaching #arriving #departing #ever #farther

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads

I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#amazed #basically #contempt #convinced #dogs

We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory. ↗

— Henri Cartier-Bresson

#back #cannot #come #continually #contrivance

It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn't understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same to me, both left holes. Holes in your heart holes in your life. ↗

— Sally Gardner

#sadness #vanishing #death

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again. ↗

— Henri Cartier-Bresson

#back #come #continually #contrivance #deal

Let's put it this way: art house theaters are vanishing. They have almost disappeared completely, and that means there's a shift in what audiences want to see. And they have to be aware of that and be realistic. It's as simple as that. ↗

— Werner Herzog

#art #audiences #aware #completely #disappeared

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing. ↗

— Logan Pearsall Smith

#amusing #dying #find #forgive #friends

The past itself, as historical change continues to accelerate, has become the most surreal of subjects - making it possible... to see a new beauty in what is vanishing. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#beauty #become #change #continues #historical

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night. ↗

— Joe Meno

#shadows #vanishing #life