Quotes About Elusive

It was that feeling of not being able to quite capture it, not being able to commit the moment, the feeling, to memory because it was too fleeting. She

Our bodies are of such complexity of structure, the motions we perform are so numerous and involved, and the external impressions on our sense organs to such a degree delicate and elusive that it is hard for the average person to grasp this fact.

My mother was like a cat who could never catch the tail of happiness because she never stopped chasing it.

she slipped away unseen, like a shadow's shadow.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed of ancient, fabulous forests where there were more birds than tigers and more fruit than thorns, and where, in some dappled depth, man's mind had been born...

Instinct is the elusive magic that happens when art collides with hard-won craft.

Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.

He had a colorless translucence about him that made him seem as if he were in the earliest stages of progressive invisibility.

Is that part of being a god, manifesting yourselves exclusively in forms of fiction, and making yourselves scarce when it matters?

Sleep was like a phantom I was too tired to chase.

Suddenly, Joni was at the door and nothing else mattered. It had been a few months since we'd last seen each other - and that was, in fact, the first time we'd met - but our connection was instant. Joni Mitchell was the whole package: a lovely, sylphlike woman with a natural blush, like windburn, and an elusive quality that seemed lit from within. Her beauty was almost as big a gift as her talent, and I'd been pulled into her orbit, captivated from the get go.

Further west, on the edge of the Iraty forest, a naked, hairy man who could run like a deer, and who was later thought to be the remnant of a Neanderthal colony, was spotted several times in 1774, indulging in his favourite pastime: scattering flocks of sheep. On the last occasion, when the shepherds tried to catch him, he ran away, giggling, and was never seen again.

Yes, everyone know Bigfoot smell like shit. Please make effort not to point out every time you see Bigfoot. Thank you.

Las facciones de mi padre a menudo se me olvidan. Me angustio y trato de reconstruirlas, no siempre lo logro. Su imagen me elude, se torna vaporosa. ¿Dónde tenía ese lunar? ¿A qué olía? ¿Era zurdo o derecho? ¿Cómo era su voz? Años junto a él quedaron reducidos al relámpago de veinte, treinta instantes. La mayoría vagos, confusos, que no permiten armar el rompecabezas completo.

Reality was the keener for being fugitive, concealed, and doubtful...

Sometimes a feeling comes to you, as if something is there, waiting for you to grasp it, but you can't quite reach it. You may hope to understand it. The same can be said about compassion.

He would never swing the thurible before the tabernacle as priest. His destiny was to be elusive of social or religious orders. The wisdom of the priest's appeal did not touch him to the quick. He was destined to learn his own wisdom apart from others or to learn the wisdom of others himself wandering among the snares of the world.

A vague dissatisfaction grew up within him as he looked on the quays and on the river and on the lowering skies and yet he continued to wander up and down day after day as if he really sought someone that eluded him

Sometimes it seemed like the truth was a bandy-legged soul who dashed from one side of the world to the other and I could never find him.

No one had figured out any of the other murders he'd done, had they? They got John Wayne Gacy, Jr., after over thirty murders in Chitown. Jeffrey Dahmer went down after seventeen in Milwaukee. Gary had murdered more than both of them put together. But no one knew who he was, or where he was, or what he planned to do next.

Cats are like Baptists," I whispered to her. "You know they raise hell, but you can't ever catch them at it.

In my experience women are like cats. When you don't want them you can't get rid of them and when you do want them it's like trying to pick up lint with a magnet.

I stay hidden. I'm sort of hard to find.