Quotes About Illusive

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase: if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found.

It is part of her beauty, this quality of being not quite there, dreamlike.

Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.

I cannot help vanishing and disappearing and dissolving. It is my foremost trait.

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.

Satan is the illusive manipulator. He prances and dances and drinks in the adulation of his worshippers as he glimmers and shimmers, displaying all that glitters and all that attracts the shallowness of man.

Sometimes it seemed like the truth was a bandy-legged soul who dashed from one side of the world to the other and I could never find him.

All male friendships are essentially quixotic: they last only so long as each man is willing to polish the shaving-bowl helmet, climb on his donkey, and ride off after the other in pursuit of illusive glory and questionable adventure.

Headline writers love the phrase 'Power Grab,' but you can't really grab it, can you? Power is a greased watermelon, a wisp of smoke, difficult to grasp, harder to hold, impossible to control while getting both feet down in bounds.

'Mustanging' was like trout fishing. It is always the big ones that get away. When you did get a bunch of them into a corral, you found they did not look half so large and handsome as when they were first sighted on the prairie.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

It is like the point where the rainbow touches the forest. We think that we can see it—but if we go to look for it, it isn't there.

Sometimes it seemed like the truth was a bandy-legged soul who dashed from one side of the world to the other and I could never find him.

Eden is not the thing we seek. It is the thing we cannot find.

Strange, though, that we can never catch it in the act.

She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

Beauty is something that disappears when you try to define it.

Love is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.

Deciding she couldn't really be bothered searching for the illusive closures, she was sitting quietly in bed when he returned. He halted for a second. "I'm surprised to find that you obeyed an order." "I'm not unreasonable...so long as the order is reasonable.

she is like an elf. She is like a fairy person from the glamorie. They are not one thing or another.