Quotes About Fading

I loved my time on All My Children. That show was a family to me. I am so sad that daytime is slowly fading away. I owe so much to daytime. I learned so much about my craft and I made so many wonderful friends there and I am so sad that it is all going away.

Unutacak kadar eskide ve galibada kald? hepsi.

He had a colorless translucence about him that made him seem as if he were in the earliest stages of progressive invisibility.

The letters, the fading. The labyrinth, the cake. The four hundred brackish lakes of the brain. She searches for the music, but she can't find it. Oh, God, it was here only the other day.

Everything she had dreamed for herself faded away, like fine mist on a breeze. She could not remember now why she thought it had all been possible.

On their old street, each house is a different drab shade: tan, dirty cream, the washed-out gray of tattered laundry: as if all the color has leached away since his childhood. Slope shouldered, listing slightly to one side, they resemble old ladies, their clothing grown shabby and loose.

he forgets her voice sometimes; when he tries to summon it, it slips away like a shadow dissolving in the dark.

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

Because the memory of those who lie below, passes away so soon. At first they tend them, morning, noon, and night; they soon begin to come less frequently; from once a day, to once a week; from once a week to once a month; then, at long and uncertain intervals; then, not at all. Such tokens seldom flourish long. I have known the briefest summer flowers outlive them.

The twilight is the morning of his day, While sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, With purpling sail and dip of silver oar, He cheers the shadowed time with roundelay, Until the dark east softens into gray...

The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year; All mildness, soothing loveliness, and peace: The fading season ere the falling come...

Memory is a hunting horn Its tone dies out along the wind.

Los fantasmas existen. Es todo lo que sé. Se desvanecen, junto con el pasado, como la niebla en plena luz del día… a su paso, dejan enseñanzas simbólicas. Certezas simbólicas.

Kulupakan hari-hari yang lewat agar aku lahir kembali pada hari ini. Kutenggelamkan puing waktu ke kuburannya yang paling rahasia. Barangkali serahasia mimpi, dan yang ada kemudiannya hanyalah kesamaran. Semakin samar, dan hilang. -Gaga

The light is dying, as all light must.

There are so many stories, she thinks, and most of them end up lost.

All things are forgotten in the end

For now, I want to touch your heart, I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me, before my mind fades away, and there is little or no memory of you.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.

He had not died but he had faded out like a film in the sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of existence for he no longer existed. How strange to think of him passing out of existence in such a way, not by death but by fading out in the sun or by being lost and forgotten somewhere in the universe!

What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners.

The dull light fell more faintly upon the page whereon another equation began to unfold itself slowly and to spread abroad its widening tail. It was his own soul going forth to experience, unfolding itself sin by sin, spreading abroad the balefire o fits burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quenching its own lights and fires. they were quenched; and the cold darkness filled chaos.

The bright stars fade. A voiceless song sang from within, singing: the morn is breaking.

He had not died but had faded out like a film in the Sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of existence for he no longer existed.