Girl, when he gives you kisses twain, use one, and let the other stay; And hoard it, for moons die, red fades, and you may need a kiss—some day.
Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused -- hence all the old tales of elfin kingdoms moving further and further away from our world, or that magical beings require our faith, our belief in their existence, to survive. That is a lie. All they require is our recognition.
I guess I'll fade off into bolivian
Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.
I don't know, man, I guess I'm gonna fade into Bolivian.
The sun fades like the spreading Of a peacock's tail, as though twilight Might be read as a warning to those desperate For easy solutions.
Our lives fade behind us before we die.
Great projects, like great careers and relationships that last, are gardens. They are tended, they shift, they grow. They endure over time, gaining a personality and reflecting their environment. When something dies or fades away, we prune, replant and grow again.
Best friends are made are made through smiles and tears, and sometimes that fades away through miles and years.
Beauty fades, dumb is forever.
Fade into Bolivian, I guess.
Do nothing and hope the enemy fades away.
Like love, grief fades in and out.
Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.
Politics are vulgar when they are not liberalised by history, and history fades into mere literature when it loses sight of its relation to practical politics.
The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.
I guess I'm going to fade into Bolivian.
Love is not a whim. Love is not a flower that fades with a few fleeting years. Love is a choice wedded to action, my husband, and I choose you, and I will choose you every day for the rest of my life.
That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.
Looks fade, don't get too attached.