Eva Figes Quotes

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

Words writ in waters.

Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!

But the tune ends too soon for us all

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

Nothing is forever in the Theatre. Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot and then its gone.

Look at light and admire its beauty. Close your eyes, and then look again: what you saw is no longer there; and what you will see later is not yet.

Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes on, just as the wind in the orchard picks up the leaves from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on.

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

Ephemeral" It means 'which is in danger of speedy disappearance.

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.