We all do fade as a leaf.
Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.
I went straight in. Fade in, one. . . whatever. He's playing the piano in the radio station.
As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
Voters memories will fade some.
I guess I'm going to fade into Bolivian.
Nay! Alas for us all! And for all that walk in the world in these after-days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream. But I count you blessed [. . . ] for your loss you suffer of your own free will, and you might have chosen otherwise. But you have not forsaken your companions, and the least reward that you shall have is that the memory of Lothlórien shall remain ever clear and unstained in your heart, and shall neither fade nor grow stale.
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.
I'm not going to just fade out, I know.
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.
The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.
People love destroying mankind, for some strange reason. You make a movie about mankind's destruction, you're going to fill seats. People just love the idea. For a couple thousand years, we've been dreaming up how we're all going to disappear and fade away from this planet.
Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.
I'd rather die than fade away
What you gain in internal knowledge goes from one lifetime to another. It is not wasted. Unlike those stone edifices that will fade, your internal knowledge will stay with you from one incarnation to another.
By the time the last few notes fade, his hope will be restored, but each time he's force to resort to the Adagio it becomes harder, and he knows its effect is finite. There are only a certain number of Adagios left in him, and he will not recklessly spend this precious currency.
Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
Looks fade. Brains don't.
