Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The moment the angel enters a life it enters an environment. We are ecological from day one.
A meaningful life - this is what we look for in art, in its smallest dewdrops as in its unleashing of the tempest. We are at peace when we have found it and uneasy when we have not.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
I think the life we are living now is just a blink in the eye of eternity.
To me, life, for all its privations, is a luminous thing. You have to risk it.
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Life is not significant details, illuminated by a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
Creativity - like human life itself - begins in darkness.