Love is what's left when being in love is gone, okay? It's when you care about someone and you hope they're happy, but you're not under any illusions about them. Maybe that kind of love is not exciting and passionate and all those things that fade with time. All those things that you're so keen on. But in the end it's the only kind of love that really matters.
Sometimes fear grips me that these fragile moments of life will fade away. It seems that I write against erasure.
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it's your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.
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.
Don't worry about what the people say. Sometimes they'll praise you. Sometimes they'll condemn you. All these things all fade away. And in the end, Allah takes care of everything. Perfectly.
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.
Error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven They fade, they fly--but truth survives the flight.
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
I don't know, man, I guess I'm gonna fade into Bolivian.
Your critics do not count. Their words will fade. You won't.
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
Very, very slowly, the dwarf remnants of what was once our mighty sun will cool and dim, until it embarks on its final metamorphosis, gradually solidifying into a crystal of extraordinary rigidity. Eventually it will fade out completely, merging quietly into the blackness of space.
A miserable, self-destructive, death rocker. . . better to burn out than to fade away.
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
Looks fade,' Mom would go on. 'But intelligence lasts forever.
Error is sometimes so nearly allied to truth that it blends with it as imperceptibly as the colors of the rainbow fade into each other.
I guess I'm going to fade into Bolivian.
We all do fade as a leaf.
