Vanishings Quotes

#1. No, and if it's not your brain thinking cold, cold thoughts, which you can dress in any kind of mood, then it's nothing. It has to be a cold, cold thought. I mean cold, or cool at least. Your brain. That's all there is.

Toni Morrison

#2. We are perpetually moralists, but we are geometricians only by chance. Our intercourse with intellectual nature is necessary; our speculations upon matter are voluntary, and at leisure.

Samuel Johnson

#3. For many years now, I feel like my own body struggle has been linked and connected with women I meet in the world. I think we're in this together.

Eve Ensler

#4. My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me.

Sarah J. Maas

#5. But what she had always imagined were the two basic ingredients of happy adulthood, intellectual companionship and thrilling sex, are missing too.

Charlotte Mendelson

#6. Repudiates vehemently as soon as he gets a grip on himself

Anonymous

#7. I didn't want my epitaph to read 'Here lies John Caudwell, billionaire.' I knew that wasn't enough. I've had a charitable instinct all my life, but working gave me no time for it.

John Caudwell

#8. Today I must write a paragraph or a page better than I did yesterday.

Ernest Gaines

#9. But here's the rub of addiction. By its nature, people afflicted are unable to do what, from the outside, appears to be a simple solution - don't drink. Don't use drugs. In exchange for that one small sacrifice, you will be given a gift that other terminally ill people would give anything for: life.

David Sheff

#10. What I did, anybody can do.

Weegee

#11. The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

Rabindranath Tagore

#12. Sadness is like sandpaper; it rubs at our sharper edges, softening and humbling us, making us ready for a coat of compassion.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#13. 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

#14. Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

Suzanne Collins

#15. Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised

William Wordsworth

#16. A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

Alexander McCall Smith