Quotes About Fades

For all human sentiments there is a time of early blossoming, a day of generous enthusiasm that gradually fades until nothing is left of happiness but a memory, and glory is known for a delusion.

Ideal voices and beloved of those who have died, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes, within our dreams, they speak; sometimes the mind can hear them in our thoughts. And with their sound for an instant return sounds from the early poetry of our lifelike music in the night, faraway, that fades.

Time passes. Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

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True friendship is like a rose. We can't realize it's beauty until it fades.

Friendship based solely upon gratitude is like a photograph; with time it fades.

Always remember true LOVE never fades away even if it is not reciprocated .. It remains in the heart to purify and soften the SOUL.....

Love has its own color, Share it with someone before it fades away.

Memory…is not the mechanical recording device people often think it is. Memory is anything but constant, anything but indubitable. It shifts and fades, blooms and dies, steps out for a cigarette and blows tendrils of information and emotion back under the door.

Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; a mother's secret hope outlives them all!

I worked so hard for that first kiss And a heart dont forget something like that Like an old photograph Time can make a feeling fade But the memory of a first love Never fades away.

Sunlight is bad,' he wheezes. 'It's the exact same stuff as breeds maggots in wounded soldiers' legs. And when there's no war on, it fades wallpaper.

Patriotism is an instant reaction that fades away when the war starts.

Glamour is a shooting star, it catches your eye, but fades away, beauty is the sun always brilliant day after day.

Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Within the surface of the fleeting river The wrinkled image of the city lay, Immovably unquiet, and forever It trembles, but it never fades away;