Disappeared Quotes

“you don't speak
you no longer speak to yourself

even the she in the mirror
has disappeared”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“Pat and Ian have since been to Kalgoorlie with metal detectors, scouring the red dirt in the hope of locating Lisa’s remains. If her clothes had something metal attached then the metal detector just might pick that up. Ian would locate something of interest with the detector then Pat would get down on her hands and knees and dig at the dirt, searching for her buried child.”
― Nicole Morris, Vanished: True Stories from Families of Australian Missing Persons

“You grieve at first. And then slowly, with the yawning of the years, the disappeared gets scraped from your memory, the way your flesh can be peeled from your limbs. It's very harsh and extremely painful. But it gets done, square inch-by-square inch. Until, the skin that is your memory gets completely scarred and numbed. You live. The disappeared is detached from the dermis of remembering. And that is what is known as moving on.”
― Psyche Roxas-Mendoza The Unlamented

“We were in the woods, and not a parent or a friend on earth knew where. At this moment, we were untraceable, this notion an odd pleasure. A patch of fallen leaves glowed in a pool of golden sun, and the dim forest air smelled sweet, of young lilac, invisible sage.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“People just didn’t seem interested. Now, with social media, if someone goes missing you hear about it straightaway. I just got to the stage where I was really disillusioned with everything. When they were talking about this new police operation … why couldn’t they have done something like this earlier? None of the men who were around then are probably still alive.”
― Nicole Morris, Vanished: True Stories from Families of Australian Missing Persons

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you're living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”
― Haruki Murakami

“YOUNG WOMAN:
Time is altered, the years to came are altered
You know where you will find me
I, fear, I, death
I, the memory beyond reach
I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands
I, the sadness of our broken life
I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish”
― Griselda Gambaro, Information for Foreigners: Three Plays

“If his long day were lived in a European novel, he'd become "D" when on the run or near disappeared.”
― Alex Kudera, Fight for Your Long Day

“There is beauty and majesty in God's remaining disappeared!”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“Stare your fears down and they will eventually disappear.”
― RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 1983

“It was interesting to watch President Obama launch the Desoto Solar Farm. After the public launch, he disappeared into a private area with the senior company managers.”
― Steven Magee

“Your actions during the first minute of an abduction may determine if you are going to die.”
― Steven Magee

“I saw fingerprint sized bruises on her thighs. She told me she had been bumping into things at work. They disappeared afterwards. I later discovered she was having affairs.”
― Steven Magee

“Supplement toxicity in me was causing sore knees. I removed the suspected supplements and the sore knees disappeared!”
― Steven Magee, Pandemic Supplements

“Once an abductor has you alone inside of an elevator, they can take you to any floor they want to, including the private service floors that may have no witnesses in them.”
― Steven Magee

“I persist until you conjure more images that work their way into my dreams, just as the music had seeped through the cracks of sorrow and oppression in the walls of the conventillos, the tenement houses full of people who had left their countries and taken the long journey to Argentina, looking for a dream. El tango – music born of pain, desire, and longing for what had been left behind.”
― Linda Walsh, At Half-Light: A Story of Tango and Memory