Quotes About Evanescence

They shall arrive in a murmur And shall disappear into fog and earth

Readers and writers are united in their need for solitude, in their pursuit of substance in a time of ever-increasing evanescence: in their reach inward, via print, for a way out of loneliness.

Work that endures is always capable of an infinite and plastic ambiguity; it is all things for all men[...]and it must be ambiguous in an evanescent and modest way, almost in spite of the author; he must appear to be ignorant of all symbolism.

When I started working on 'Michael And Michael,' it was my life for three to four months, and then suddenly it's gone.

Like the dew on the mountain,Like the foam on the river,Like the bubble on the fountain,Thou art gone, and forever!

If you see me getting smaller, I'm leaving, don't be grieving, just gotta get away from here. If you see me getting smaller, don't worry, I'm in no hurry, I've got the right to disappear.

Amintirea e un lucru ciudat. Nu vine ?i pleac? pur ?i simplu când vrea ea, ci po?i s-o aprinzi ?i apoi s-o stingi ca pe un vreasc de foc.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

number 118, oganesson. That element was only confirmed in 2002, and it lasts for just one five-hundredth of a second before decaying into something else.

It was created to endure for a specific moment in time. Like a sandcastle, or an ice sculpture. Here, and then gone. In a way, that's the beauty of it. Who'd marvel at a sandcastle, if sandcastles lasted forever?

An idyll like that wasn't made to last. For a while it was forever, and then things started to fall apart.

My biggest dream from the beginning - besides Evanescence - is scoring film and writing music for film.

Beauty is like life itself: a dawn mist the sun burns off. It gives no peace, no rest.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

As dust that drives, as straws that blow,Into the night go one and all.

particular rootlessness of the society had always lent itself to powerful extremes of both the left and the right, there was, in the volatility and evanescence of the culture an atmosphere ripe for extremism, each side with its own Utopian dreams, each side driving the other to a more polarized position.

Terrestrial happiness is of short duration. The brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel; the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odors.

Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible.

It's a shame in a way that people come and go with one album.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

As clouds race towards their own release from form, they are replenshied by the mutable process which created them. They drift, not into continuity, but into other, temporary states of being, all of which eventually decompose to melt into the surrounding air. They rise and fall like vaporous civilizations....

It's the most beautiful disappearance ever.

Disappeared' is the only way to describe it-it was as if he dissolved into thin air without so much as a whimper. I wouldn't have believed that a human being with a brain, a heart, with arms and legs and the power of speech could have simple vanished like that. There was nothing about him that suggested he would disappear.

The real me is disappearing as we speak. Slowly but surely being sucked into thin air.