When things become too popular they are always fading away for something else. — Karl Lagerfeld Copy Share Image
“We are all slowly fading, some faster than others and I'm fading fast.” — Jennifer Zhou Copy Share Image
The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful. — Gary Shteyngart Copy Share Image
“Your lifetime is your daytime. The moment it gets dark, the game is over.” — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
I'm just trying to remember what self-respect feels like. It's a fading memory. — Misha Collins Copy Share Image
Those cultural wars, Sexual Revolution issues are fading from the scene, and the coming generation has basically settled them. — David Brooks Copy Share Image
Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls. — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow. — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
How did forever turn into the few short months that you'd do almost anything to get back? — Rachel Copeland Copy Share Image
The light may be fading on the 20th century, but the sun is still rising on America. — William J. Clinton Copy Share Image
The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history. — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Sometimes fear grips me that these fragile moments of life will fade away. It seems that I write against erasure. — Assia Djebar Copy Share Image
[Donald trump] is moved from the enemy being Barack Obama, now gone, fading is Hillary Clinton, and there is no question he's… — Mark Shields Copy Share Image
If you want to change attitudes, start with a change in behavior. In other words, begin to act the part, as well… — William Glasser Copy Share Image
The people will come and go. Sometimes they'll be there for you. Sometimes they wont. Some will love you, some will not.… — Yasmin Mogahed Copy Share Image
“I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede.… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
While I was in London it was completely upside-down. I got a whole new life and it was a challenge to keep… — Evanna Lynch Copy Share Image
I guess I just always imagined that I was going to die, like, somehow on top. I was going to, like, go… — Steve-O Copy Share Image
If you are a star in Hollywood then you are always a star in your eyes, but not always in the eyes… — Lee Grant Copy Share Image
A final reminder. Whenever you are in Paris at twilight in the early summer, return to the Seine and watch the evening… — Kate Simon Copy Share Image
His mother got her purse. His father reached for the door. "Scooter," he said, by way of good-bye, "have fun with your… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold-- Spun of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying-- Gold at the… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
The copies of The Catcher In The Rye or To Kill A Mockingbird that I own look like they were printed yesterday,… — John Larroquette Copy Share Image
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep,… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
The kiss was innocent--innocent enough--but it was also full of something not unlike what Virginia wants from London, from life; it was… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image