Quotes About Fading

But you I want to look at until your face fades from my fear, like a bird stepping away from the sharp edges of night. — Alejandra Pizarnik, trans. by Yvette Siegert, from "Paths of the Mirror," Extracting the Stone of Madness (New Directions; Bilingual edition, May 17, 2016)

Memory near oblivion. Far death

Ritualism at its best is but the shortlived after-summer of the spiritual year! very fascinating it may be, but when it cometh, be sure winter is at the doors. "We all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

Meurs ! tu es l'ennemi de tout ce qui aime ; affaisse-toi sur ta solitude, n'attends pas la vieillesse ; ne laisse pas d'enfant sur la terre, ne féconde pas un sang corrompu ; efface-toi comme la fumée, ne prive pas le grain de blé qui pousse d'un rayon de soleil !

He had retreated into a silent movie of his own making and I was watching from the anonymous remove of a theater seat. He was flickering, growing distant, fading like the '82 Latour.

Describe what is meant by "forgetting.

It is strange that the mind will forget so much, and yet hold a picture of flowers that have been dead for thirty years or more...

She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.

From the glass-topped table in the dining room, I could see over a field and into the woods. It was late afternoon, and the light was fading. Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.

For when the world one knew began to crumble away bit by bit, when not only your memories but the memories that others might have of you grew dim with time and distance, when, indeed, you began to fade into a nothingness in the minds of the owls that you loved best, well, perhaps that was when legends could become real.

Can it be, husband, you still fear the mist's fading, never mind the promise I made you?

Acum câteva zile vorbeam cu unul dintre donatorii mei, care se plângea de faptul c? amintirile - pân? È™i cele mai dragi - p?lesc surpriz?ntor de repede. Îns? eu nu sunt de acord cu el. Nu cred deloc c? amintirile la care È›in cel mai mult vor p?li vreodat?.

memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don't go along with that. The memories I value most, I don't see them ever fading.

I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn't like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.

I do, Axl. But then again I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn't like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.

My concern is less the monarchy as such than the attempt of a fading colonial power to hang onto grandeur.

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.

Makes a swanlike end,Fading in music.

O! my oblivion is a very Antony,And I am all forgotten.

Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame, a grave to rest in, and a fading name!

When you lost your voice, you lost the ability to make sense of yourself. But don't worry. You'll be staying right here. You'll live among the fading voices trapped in these typewriters, and I'll be here with you, giving you instructions. Nothing too difficult.

Memories don't just pile up—they also change over time. And sometimes they fade of their own accord. Though the process, for me, is quite different from what happens to the rest of you when something disappears from the island.

I suppose memories live here and there in the body. But they're invisible, aren't they? And no matter how wonderful the memory, it vanishes if you leave it alone. If no one pays attention to it. They leave no trace, no evidence that they ever existed.

Memories don't just pile up - they also change over time. And sometimes they fade of their own accord.