Beauty fades, dumb is forever.
Faded is my heart.... Faded is my dream.... Faded they may seem.... Never I scream!
I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?
It's like an athlete. He has a string of hot years, and then he fades into nothingness. The actor doesn't necessarily fade into nothingness. After his hot years, he fades into a different category.
Lovely flowers fade fast.
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.
Old soldiers never die, they simply fade away.
He who has come through the fire will fade in the sun.
Many ALS patients end up fading away quietly and dying. For me, this was not OK. I did not want to fade away quietly.
Tom Baxter: [pauses after kissing Cecilia] Where's the fade-out? Cecilia: What? Tom Baxter: Always when the kissing gets hot and heavy just before the lovemaking, there's a fadeout. Cecilia: Then what? Tom Baxter: Then we're making love in some priva...
Please don’t forget me, don’t let me fade away… I was here, I lived, and I loved…
I was murdered. Even though my heart continued to beat, I was very much deceased. All faded to black
Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.
That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.
Maybe it's like becoming one with the cigar. You lose yourself in it; everything fades away: your worries, your problems, your thoughts. They fade into the smoke, and the cigar and you are at peace.
Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it.
Distance can make a love fade, while closeness can make hate flare; as distance can make hate fade, while closeness can make love flare.
Is that the end... of all the races and civilizations, and the dreams of the world, to be able to leave a few stones buried beneath the sands, to tell the Dark that we were here?
Love did not die. I still create your image to my heart every solitary night.
