Vanish Quotes
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Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.
Chogyam Trungpa
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With the right attitude, self imposed limitations vanish.
Alexander the Great
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In my opinion, Marxism is a great creed of human liberation. It is the creed which says that when all other empires fade and vanish, our business is to enlarge the empire of the human mind.
Michael Foot
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All obstacles now vanish from my pathway. Doors fly open, gates are lifted and I enter the kingdom of fulfillment, under grace.
Florence Scovel Shinn
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...serious difficulties don't vanish by themselves, they are standing around your bed when you open the eyes the next morning.
Vicki Baum
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But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! for then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!
Lewis Carroll
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Where faith is not continually kept in motion and exercised, it weakens and decreases, so that it must indeed vanish; and yet we do not see nor feel this weakness ourselves, except in times of need and temptation, when unbelief rages too strongly; and yet for that very reason faith must have temptations in which it may battle and grow.
Martin Luther
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The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
Euripides
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Your misconceptions veil the holy. The Princess is naked
beneath the surface of every form. Your boredom would
vanish if you had more of a clue about the Reality I know.
Rumi
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Power comes and goes. It can vanish in the twinkling of an eye, like smoke dissolving in the air.
Archie Fire Lame Deer
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The frantumaglia is an unstable landscape, an infinite aerial or aquatic mass of debris that appears to the I, brutally, as its true and unique inner self. The frantumaglia is the storehouse of time without the orderliness of a history, a story. The frantumaglia is an effect of the sense of loss, when we’re sure that everything that seems to us stable, lasting, an anchor for our life, will soon join that landscape of debris that we seem to see. The frantumaglia is to perceive with excruciating anguish the heterogeneous crowd from which we, living, raise our voice, and the heterogeneous crowd into which it is fated to vanish.
Elena Ferrante
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To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
Samuel Rogers
