Quotes About Evanescence

For a fraction of a second he was a yellow blossom of flame in the stream of light, and then he was one with it. All that remained of what he'd been was a wisp of steam coiling above the torrent of fire.

The only certainty is that, eventually, all things shall pass.

Kegunaan popcorn hanya sekali: untuk dikunyah dan ditelan. kriuk kriuk, habis.

She started disappearing as soon as she was born. Just to get away from you.

Ogni tanto ti capita ancora, di pensare a quelle che potrebbero essere buone idee per dei racconti, o per dei romanzi. Ma passano via quasi subito, senza nemmeno che ti ponga più il problema di annotarle – e infatti non porti più il taccuino, da tanto tempo. Vanno via leggere, queste idee; senza più dolore, senza nemmeno tristezza. Giusto un'ombra di malinconia.

Like dew I was born Like dew I vanish ..and all that I have ever done Is but a dream Within a dream

Writing comes into being to retain information across time and across space. Before writing, communication is evanescent and local; sounds carry a few yards and fade to oblivion. The evanescence of the spoken word went without saying. So fleeting was speech that the rare phenomenon of the echo, a sound heard once and then again, seemed a sort of magic.

So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen.

Tu È™i eu, È™i ea trecem È™i pierim; nimic nu d?inuie; totul se schimb?; în afar? de cuvinte È™i pictur?.

The loveliest things in life are but shadows; they come and go, and change and fade away…

Cos'è uno spettro? [...] Uno che è svanito nell'impalpabilità per morte, per assenza, per cambiamento di usi.

The first rule of the world is that everything vanishes forever.

As if I were an incense stick incrementally burning off, first into smoke, and then becoming a part of the room.

Castles made of sand slip into the sea eventually ~ JIMI HENDRIX, MUSICIAN

You can't put a dent in impermanence.

The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.

But the rags and the ribbons turn to years and then the years are gone.

JOHNNA: "This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends . . ." VIOLET:—and then you're gone, and then you're gone, and then you're gone, and then you're gone—

Everything—absolutely everything—that comes into existence will pass away.

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

Did he realized nothing would last, that sooner or later every last speck and smidgeon of matter would disapper?

All good things pass away.

In some lights they were hardly there at all, just visible as a drifting quality in the light, a rhythmic evanescence, like veils of transparency turning before a mirror.

We are but dust and shadow.