Quotes About Fading

This book is called Blue Nights because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days,the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.

because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days, the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.

If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there's no color left in them?

Paint the mirrors black to forget you I still picture your face and the way you used to taste. Roses in a glass, dead and wilted to you this all was nothing. Everything to you is nothing.

The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.

I kiss you and the world begins to fade. – W. B. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire (? Jennings Press, August 25, 2008) Originally published 1894.

We're going' Anne said firmly. So soon?' Percy pleaded. 'But stars come out at night.' Then they fade at dawn', Anne replied. 'This star needs to veil herself in darkness.

He has lost his print upon the earth; he has lost any fire.

she lowers the pistol. She watches the precisely arrayed drones slowly fading to the northeast.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.

Clarice, the glorious city, has a tormented history. Several times it decayed, then burgeoned again, always keeping the first Clarice as an unparalleled model of every splendor, compared to which the city's present state can only cause more sighs at every fading of the stars.

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness. —Emily Dickinson

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world.

También si todo aquello desaparecería con el tiempo. Si la voz se apagaría y los rasgos se desdibujarían. Si los recuerdos se desvanecerían y ocuparían su lugar en el olvido junto a otros acontecimientos del pasado, igual de agradables pero neutros. Avec le temps. ¿Es que con el paso del tiempo amamos menos?

As she gets sicker, she fades a little more, until I am afraid one day I will wake up and not be able to see her at all.

This, I told myself, this is the way I shall be condemned to pass my days, turning over words, stray lines, fragments of memory, to see what might be lurking underneath them, as if they were so many flat stones, while I steadily faded.

I'm holding on to the things we did, and all that we were together, but slowly day by day you slip away, till there's nothing more to hold onto and the thoughts of you come less and less, and finally all you are is a bittersweet memory if what could have been...

Don't fade away like everyone else has, I don't want to wake up one morning and realize that you're gone too.

Day by day goes by, and my heart continues to break. Because loving you was a choice... Letting it fade was the mistake...

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.