Quotes About Evanescent

Everything in life is just for a while.

Being a model, you know, it's a short-lived vocation.

Nothing very very good and nothing very very bad ever lasts for very very long.

That's how he'd thought of most people—appearing in your life like foundlings on the doorstep, only to be swept away later as if by flood.

We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.

We cannot approach beauty. Its nature is like opaline doves'-neck lustres, hovering and evanescent. Herein it resembles the most excellent things, which all have this rainbow character, defying all attempts at appropriation and use.

they're here for a moment and then gone. At best they have liftoff power, or, to use a different analogy, they are like periodic flashes of lightning on a dark road, with no guiding power.

Walking to the taffrail, I was in time to make out, on the very edge of a darkness thrown by a towering black mass like the very gateway of Erebus—yes, I was in time to catch an evanescent glimpse of my white hat left behind to mark the spot where the secret sharer of my cabin and of my thoughts, as though he were my second self, had lowered himself into the water to take his punishment: a free man, a proud swimmer striking out for a new destiny

Whatever has the nature to arise will also pass away.

NEGATION Hi! The creator too is blind, Struggling toward his harmonious whole, Rejecting intermediate parts, Horrors and falsities and wrongs; Incapable master of all force, Too vague idealist, overwhelmed By an afflatus that persists. For this, then, we endure brief lives, The evanescent symmetries From that meticulous potter's thumb.

speech is such an ephemeral thing - it's gone in a puff of warm air, which is all it is in a material sense

And after that the dream faded,

Nothing very very good and nothing very very bad ever lasts for very very long

Carried by light, images remain while sensation is so evanescent as to be always beyond belief.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

deliquescent.

Overhead the sanctities of the stars shine forever-more... pouring satire on the pompous business of the day which they close, and making the generations of men show slight and evanescent.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

I call Washington 'the city of the perishable.'

We go on in our pleasures thinking they're going to last forever.

Actors, they come and go, you know.

Power comes and goes. It can vanish in the twinkling of an eye, like smoke dissolving in the air.

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.