Quotes About Evanescent

the words are there one minute, and the next they're gone.

as we are today, that part is done. We'll never be here exactly like this again.

Not everyone is born to fulfill an heroic role. The only realistic ambition is to live in the present. And sometimes, quite often in fact, this is more than enough to keep one busy. Time, which was once squandered, must now be given over to the actual, the possible, and perhaps that evanescent hope of a good outcome which never deserts one, and which should never be abandoned.

I think everything is temporary.

All that may be wished for, will by nature fade to nothing.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

Everything in life is elusive.

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

There was nothing, it seemed, that grew stale so soon as pleasure.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

I am a temporary amusement.

Appearance implies disappearance also: whatever appears must also disappear.

impermanence.

They were like some popular cry, some vehement fancy, that comes down on a page of history for a day, and passes, leaving no other record at all except those lines on one page. And

Things between us were dissolving like an ice cub in a glass: the smaller it got, the faster it disappeared.

But, like all happiness, it did not last long…

Things are only white for a bit.' Emilie

Success is transient, evanescent. The real passion lies in the poignant acquisition of knowledge about all the shading and subtleties of the creative secrets.

And i was gone.

There are no sweeter words than this: nothing lasts forever.

Life's but a day at most.

It was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade, bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air.

it was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air. It was a comrade.

Our days on the earth are as a shadow.