Quotes About Evanescence

Soon there'll be nothing left of me Nothing left to release

todo viaja hacia su difuminación lentamente nada más ocurrir y hasta mientras acontece

The past is always gone," Wahram said. "Whether the place is still there or not.

The rumpled bed was the only proof that anyone had stayed here. Already the room had lost the feel of him; it even seemed to smell empty, despite his own scent on the sheets. He never stayed anywhere long enough to make that feel cling past his readiness to leave. Never long enough to put down roots, make it any kind of home.

If I could turn into a wisp of smoke, I could slip into them and disappear.

her ÅŸey, insanlar, mevsimler, bulutlar, her ÅŸey kaç?p gidiyordu...

Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water

Some people you work on a film with, and then they disappear.

Everything is fleeting and passing and impermanent in life. Relationships, people, our finite physical forms... We let go of our childhoods, we let go of different parts of our body, we lose elasticity in our skin, and we lose hair and we lose teeth.

the love which is over and done with passes into another world like a ship into space, lights no longer winking

You can be gone tomorrow.

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

In Chinese or Japanese artistic tradition, there is nothing wrong with cliches as such. The true test of skill is to redefine the familiar. The paradigm of the Japanese Buddhist belief that beauty is rooted in the evanescence of life and therefore its sadness.

It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.

Hay belleza, no? Una belleza trémula, como una vieja mariposa batiendo lentamente unas alas que se deshacen

She walked on and on till she melted out of the picture - like - like a shadow jumping over a candle ...

Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.

The perfection in theater is that it's over the second it's done.

me?utim i ovo naše sadašnje razdoblje nestaje, i to možda brže od svih ostalih.

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

Var! diyebilir misin? Her ?ey gelip geçmiyor mu? Her ?ey, rüzgâr gibi, yan?m?zdan esip uçmuyor mu? Her ?ey.. "

All things that have form eventually decay." -Orochimaru

I take it for granted that she has found a way to disappear, to leave not so much as a hair anywhere in this world.