Quotes About Fading

We cannot know what entering sleep feels like, for by the time it is complete the ability to register it to memory is lost. But we all know the gently plummeting feeling that precedes falling asleep and gives it its name.

One day, of course, no one will remember what I remember.

Anxiety, as we know, is always connected with a loss…with a two-sided relation on the point of fading away to be superseded by something else, something which the patient cannot face without vertigo

All roads come to an end, and all ends are the same, trailing off into nothing; even an echo eventually will be silenced" (Kincaid 215).

All the bright people, stopped in the midst of life, looking with forced smile into the lenses, then to be filed away, their colors fading as the years pass, caught there in slide trays, stack loads, view cubes, until one day the camera person dies and the grandchild says, "Mom, I don't know any of these people. Or where these were taken even. There are jillions of them here in this big box and more in the closet. What will I do with them anyway?" "Throw them out, dear.

But old playboys don't exactly fade away. As a general rule, they go down swinging.

Now you go into oblivion.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

One who easily forgets can be easily forgotten.

As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it'll all be forgotten.

Someone asked me if I knew you, it was sad because all I could say was, 'I used to...'

Losing someone important to you. It hurts, right down to your stomach. That uncomfortable feeling, when you know you're slowly drifting away from them. You'll miss them, hopefully they think about you like you always thought about them. Till you're just a faded memory. Then you suddenly disappear out of their lives. It hurts.

Time is a great healer. With time everything passes, love, beauty, pain and hurts. With time the intensity and sharpness of my pain, my sadness my disappointments and my despair, slowly fades, but my heart's still broken and my eyes still cry for you.

ag skriver ner allt det här i blått bläck, så att jag ska minnas att alla ord, inte bara vissa, är skrivna i vatten.

Les souvenirs sont parfois comme ces photographies blanchies par le temps, dont les détails ressurgissent à la faveur d'un certain éclairage.

Les visages de ceux qu'on a le plus aimés s'effacent avec le temps, les voix s'oublient, mais les senteurs, jamais.

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

The problem with people is that for us they are no more than prints in our mental museum, which fade on exposure. And it is precisely because of this that they form the basis of projects illuminated by our thoughts, but thoughts tire and memories collapse: the day would come when I would happily give Albertine's room to the first girl who wanted it, as I had given Albertine the agate marble or other gifts of Gilberte's.

The broad daylight of habitual memory gradually fades our images of the past, wears them away until nothing is left of them and the past becomes irrecoverable.

He has departed, withdrawn, gone away, broken out.

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.

En nadat sy 'n ruk lank rigtingloos van die een verdieping na die ander gedwaal het, besluit sy sy hou nogal van hierdie atmosfeer van vervloë elegansie wat begin uitrafel. So 'n vae suggestie van seediness wat vir haar aanlokliker as 'n karakterlose kettinghotel is.