Quotes About Insubstantial

La historia es igual de leve que una vida humana singular, insoportablemente leve, leve como una pluma, como el polvo que flota, como aquello que mañana ya no existirá.

an event that had the consistency of smoke and lacked anything of substance.

He was like a spirit cut free from reality. He was adrift, helpless, insubstantial.

In]the too solid three-dimensional city, I could never feel myself as anything but spectral, disintegrating, pointless, fluid.

Ahora era precisamente aquel mundo frío, gris y miserable que le había parecido en un principio, pero su gente estaba llena de calor y vida. Era gente real, sólida. Solaria, Aurora, los otros mundos espaciales que había visitado o contemplado en hipervisión, parecían llenos de gente insustancial, «gaseosa». Esa era la palabra. «Gaseosos.»

Subtle and insubstantial, the expert leaves no trace; divinely mysterious, he is inaudible. Thus he is master of his enemy's fate.

Since it didn't happen,' said Alberich, 'it can't be important.

He utters empty words, he utters sound without mind.

at this point in their lives, neither one of them is important enough to kill, kidnap, or interrogate.

Their whole relationship seemed to be made of air, filled with nothing.

A train thunders by late at night, you gaze idly at the dark rushing mass, you see a patch of light and within that patch of light, a face; in a wink of time it is gone - but, having seen it, you know it will never be gone, you know you will see that face in your dreams perhaps forever. Such is the insubstantial stuff of which fiction - or madness - is made.

Endless improvements turn out to be merely endless transformations, thus announcing the uncomfortable truth that identity is permanently insubstantial and mutable.

What an idle time it was! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish time it was!

What an idle time! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish time!

You don't have anything, you don't know anything, you're just a noise like a fart in somebody's pants," Segura said.

There seemed insufficient substance to him to be the object of men's wrath. There seemed nothing about him sufficient to fuel any enterprise at all.

I have a real aversion to machines. I write with a pen. Then I read it to someone who writes it onto the computer. What are those computer letters made of anyway? Light? Too insubstantial. Paper, you can feel it. A pen. There's a connection. A pen goes exactly at your speed, whereas that machine jumps. And then, that machine is waiting for you, just humming "uh-huh, yes?"

How do you feel?" He rubbed his stomach. "Like I've been eating Styrofoam.

To speak of it would be giving importance to something that has none.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Faeries…?" I ask. "Yes, yes." He sounds impatient. "The Folk of the Air. Insubstantial, unable to hold one shape. Like the seeds of flowers launched into the sky.

This is the happiness of egolessness. It's the joy of realizing there is no prison; there are only very strong habits, and no sane reason for strengthening them further. In essence these habits are insubstantial. Moreover, there is no solid self-identity or separateness. We've invented it all. It is this realization that we want for the endless multitudes of beings.

Moments shower away; the days of our lives vanish utterly, more insubstantial than if they had been invented. Fiction can seem more enduring than reality.

with no more weight than a shadow.