fleetingness

In fact, with regard to this fleetingness connected with their horizon of latency, Benjamin's essay draws a systematic parallel between languages and artworks.

Where his early poems were singularities, his latest poems have broadened into palimpsests--painstaking documents or hard copies--that detail not the fleetingness of existence only, but the accretion and aggregation of being, the duration and endurance of being, the rat race and the journey.

"Emily understands completely the neuroses, the hit-and-miss, the devil-may-care, the fragility, the cantankerousness and fleetingness of the muse we all try to nail to the page, or the stage," Carr wrote me in an e-mail.

The fleetingness and evanescent quality of the moment permeates the image like the water that seems to be everywhere, including the hairy legs of the divers.

The fleetingness of its beauty combined with its artistic demise continues to capture the minds and imaginations of all that are able to experience it.

Maybe that's how it is with food in general--the insane amount of labor and the fleetingness of it.

Pope Francis, in his new year homily, focused on life's fleetingness. At a solemn prayer service in St Peter's Basilica Francis said: "How we like to be surrounded by so many fireworks, seemingly beautiful, but which in reality last only a few minutes."

But the very fleetingness of pastoral is an essential part of its fragility, a characteristic that Virgil comments upon in his ninth eclogue: "poems such as ours, Lycidas, stand no more a chance than doves if an eagle comes (19)".

The flower brings reconciliation, with the impalpable fleetingness of its gift.

Its storylines transcend the individual protagonist, instead evolving into a universal contemplation of the fleetingness of existence.

In a letter written to Alan and Jean Crawley while she was working on The Innocent Traveller Wilson claims, "Each time I return to The Old Wives' Tale by Arnold Bennett, the fleetingness of time flows past (I hear it whistling in my own ears) as the book progresses from now till the end and then--no more.

However, if we're considering the fleetingness of life, we Northumbrians (actually those of us from anywhere between the Humber and the Forth) can go back to the Anglo Saxon and a familiar oral tale recorded by St Bede in his 'Ecclesiastical History of the English People.' 'It seems to me that the life of man on earth is like the swift flight of a single sparrow through the banqueting hall where you are sitting at dinner on a winter's day with your captains and counsellors.