Quotes About Fading

Our lives fade behind us before we die.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forgetWhat thou among the leaves hast never known,The weariness, the fever, and the fretHere, where men sit and hear each other groan;Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,Where youth grows pale, and specter-thin, and dies;Where but to think is to be full of sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs.

Despite the post-it note with her phone number on it, shes already little more than a fading memory. They all are.

Fleeting joy and fading ecstasy, here it goes again, oh, Sneaking fruit from the forbidden tree, sweet taste of sin

The world was quickly forgetting us. And there was little news to report.

Your not gone yet, but I can feel you slipping, slipping away.

how full of flowers the world was that summer! Tunes and forms fading... ––A choir, to calm down impotence and absence! A choir of glass pieces, of nocturnal melodies... Soon, indeed, the nerves will slip their moorings.

You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.

Memories that are not recalled often can begin to fade away because those memories are not being reinforced. Which is why it's relatively easier to remember the details of what you did more recently than what happened many years ago.

I understood we used to be close. But they were like books i'd read two summer ago; I knew I'd liked them, but I couldn't tell you now what they'd been about.

Mamma used to stay at home with her sweet friend, Madame Guerard. She used to read novels whilst Madame Guerard embroidered. They would sit there together without speaking, each dreaming her own dream, seeing it fade away, and beginning it over again.

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

Time touches all things with a destroying hand.

As time passes, my story fades away.

Persoana mea se estompa pentru c? punctul meu de vedere începuse s? conteze.

Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

To grow old is to fade, to become transparent.

All memories soften with age, and the good ones are also the most perishable (...) conjured up till they faded to nothing. Like cave paintings by candlelight, she could only glimpse them now in the dark from the corner of her eye.

The memory of war was fading into the past as a nightmare vanishes with the dawn; soon it would lie outside the experience of all living men.

When the barriers were down at last, loneliness would vanish as personality faded.

Week by week, month by month, it slowly faded, though even when it moved back into the daylight sky it was still easy to find if one knew exactly where to look. And at night for years it was often the brightest of the stars. Mirissa saw it one last time, just before her eyesight failed.

All fires burn out sooner or later.

worst of all, beginning to forget, and knowing that he was forgetting. His mind, though tortured, had always been peculiarly acute: Now, by 1918 and the end of World War I, he seemed to know that his faculties were dimming, that his mind was at last becoming as weakened as his body, and that the sands were running out.

I still remember Mum. Kind of. I have dim splashes of memory like an unfinished watercolor.