Quotes About Elusive

A beaver is about like the ninjas the suckers only work at night and they're hard to find.

I try to manage my day by my circadian rhythms because the creativity is such an elusive thing, and I could easily just stomp over it doing my administrative stuff.

Curiosity is not a thirst that can be slaked: it is a permanent condition. Every answer points to more and sometimes more profound questions. And knowledge, by itself, achieves nothing: we want more, we want something elusive, called understanding, or wisdom. We want both the big picture, and our place in it.

Does the guy move around much? If he's more mobile than, say, the average couch, Cho will probably lose him.

I miei pensieri erano come mercurio... scivolavano sempre via, prima che potessi afferrarli o sagomarli in forma coerente.

Mysterious beings we seek from birth; what does that mean to me? Something we seek, and as we age it becomes more elusive, yet our spirit remains willing, but our flesh grows weak.

What you seek in vain for, half your life, one day you come full upon, all the family at dinner. You seek it like a dream, and as soon as you find it, you become its prey

Ghosts are nothing if not capricious.

If you didn't know, you wouldn't take him for part-ghost—but you'd know he wanted to be somewhere else.

I saw that this was how we would live out the next decades, dragging ourselves from one expected action to the next, hoping by meticulous duty to bring each other some small measure of happiness. But the comfort that duty offers is lukewarm at best. Happiness, like a mischievous bird that hops from branch to branch, would continue to elude us.

Eden is not the thing we seek. It is the thing we cannot find.

Strange, though, that we can never catch it in the act.

I am acutely aware that like a slip of paper in the wind, something in his nature eludes my grasp.

How's your love-life Ulli? Ulli pictures here love-life as an elusive but rapacious animal which nobody else has ever seen. This is why they keep asking after it.

el que no está preso, lo andan buscando

I remembered something from a short story I'd read, about how the girl you want is the girl you see once and then she is nowhere to be found. The girl who does not appear in the crowded room.

As soon as he seized happiness it dispersed and reappeared somewhere else. Like Fillory, like everything good, it never lasted. What a terrible thing to know.

Hell of simulation, which is no longer one of torture, but of subtle, maleficent, elusive twisting of meaning...

The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of our lives. We go back and back to the same scenes, the same words, trying to scrape out the meaning. Nothing could be more familiar than love. Nothing else eludes us so completely.

where Perceval, searching for the Grail, is given a vision of it one day, and then, because he is unable to ask the crucial question, the Grail disappears. Perceval spends twenty years wandering in the woods, looking for the thing that he found, that was given to him, that seemed so easy, that was not.

nothing that exists can be comic; it was like a floating analogy, almost entirely elusive, with certain aspects of vaudeville.

That Ms. Farahani found Mr. Mohassess and persuaded him to share his story is a terrific coup, even if a great deal of his life's work remains elusive.

So wary as to disappear for centuries and reappear but never caught, the unicorn has been preserved by an unmatched device wrought like the work of expert blacksmiths.

It was soon noticed that when ever there was work to be done the cat could never be found.