Bob Hope Quotes

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

You know how it is here. A bit like the Bermuda Triangle. From time to time, one of us disappears.

… where they will vanish in the night and fog.

I held out my dad’s magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared. “Cool,” I said. “Sure you I can get it back?” “No,” Bast said. “Now come on!

Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight.

As I turned away, I saw Holmes, with his back against a rock and his arms folded, gazing down at the rush of the waters. It was the last that I was ever destined to see of him in this world. - Watson.

Nobody steals from Creed Bratton and gets away with it. The last person to do this disappeared. His name? Creed Bratton.

I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.

It's often necessary to hit a second shot to really appreciate the first one.

the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.

What? Okay, back up. How in the hell do you 'turn up missing'?

We will first understand how simple the universe is when we recognize how strange it is.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

We shall never recover the true apostolic energy, and be endued with power from on high, as the first disciples were, 'till we recover the lost faith.

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.

The best wood in most amateurs' bags is the pencil.

It’s in the very trickery that it pleases me. But show me how the trick is done, and I have lost my interest therein.

...My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell you; some you may never know, or you may be the first to find the answers.

Hes gone. Hes just gone.

I started watching golf for the first time yesterday. I'm really worried about myself. I was actually enjoying it.

Golf is assuredly a mystifying game. It would seem that if a person has hit a golf ball correctly a thousand times, he should be able to duplicate the performance at will. But such is certainly not the case.

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.

Where do the noses go? I always wondered where the noses would go.

Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter