Quotes About Evanescent

Silvery dancing strands that seemed the pure play of light, light as evanescent news, ideas borne on light.

The world was a series of fleeting gratifications.

won't last, it's

Every experience that arises passes away.

We emphasize that such a form of communication is not absent in man, however evanescent a naturally given object may be for him, split as it is in its submission to symbols.

Everything beautiful has its moment, and then passes away.

Memories were built of air, and blew away.

a cloud, it would

The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.

The substance of fictional architecture is not bricks and mortar but evanescent consciousness. Sometimes, therefore, a door opens onto a hallway impossibly, and the placement of our heating ducts and storage space borders on the irresponsible. I have great trouble, myself, in imagining the floor plans of split-level homes, though I feel they are important sites of the American condition.

Nothing is interminable - All is but transient, for even set stone can be broken.

The similarity between the evanescent greetings of the Duchesse de Lambresac and those of my grandmother's friends had begun to interest me, by demonstrating that in narrow and enclosed social circles, whether among the petty bourgeoisie or the high nobility, the old ways persist, enabling us to rediscover, like an archaeologist, how people may have been brought up, and the element of soul that it reflects, in the days of the Vicomte d'Arlincourt and Loïsa Puget.

We experience in our sleep many instances of Pity, like the different pietàs of the Renaissance, but unlike them ours are not carved in marble but evanescent. They have their value, however, which is to keep us in touch with a certain kinder, more humane view of things that is only too easily submerged in the chilly, even hostile good sense of the waking state.

very small and it will disappear. This

Food made by hand is an act of defiance and runs contrary to everything in our modernity. Find it; eat it; it will go. It has been around for millennia. Now it is evanescent, like a season.

Maybe at the beginning. It didn't last long.

We'd have been a meteor shower. Over before we started.' 'Meteor showers are fucking beautiful.

Bands don't last. We'd have been a meteor shower. Over before we started. "Meteor showers are fucking beautiful.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

Nothing is forever...nothing lasts.

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.

It is for this reason that pleasure is so evanescent, and that the self does not grow as a consequence of pleasurable experiences. Complexity requires investing psychic energy in goals that are new, that are relatively challenging.

For me, an image becomes meaningless inasmuch as it's always temporary.

La gloire, c'est comme la gouache, ça prend très vite puis ça part à la première goutte de pluie.