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“I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“This has been her life for the past fifty years, this striving to help save the world a little bit, to push it just a bit farther into the right. This action was the only thing that sustained her during the hard times [when] only her purposeful life propped her up from total collapse, and she thought how strange that she had taught the morality play Everyman all those years but didn’t fully understand its central lesson or how true it was: We are our good deeds, and they alone will come with us into the afterlife.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“Dark night knows what full moon requires
When all your love my heart acquires
Celestial bodies no more faded
Life makes sound; silence invaded”
― Munia Khan

“Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness”
― Munia Khan

“Love is all wasted, till it is not tested.
Love is all faded, if it is only tested.”
― Heenashree Khandelwal

“I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers”
― Munia Khan

“The apple of my eye, had turned into an empty core.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Life may be lived with a veil vainly attempting to hide its truth. The Painted Veil, as Somerset Maugham called it, does fade with time, if not raised earlier. If anything is more pathetic than its former self, it is the faded veil.”
― R. N. Prasher

“Faded wound may knock you back
To remind you of the past things it’ll attack
So, always remember how you’re maimed
Before you find that your future is aimed!”
― Munia Khan, Fireclay

“Faded is my heart....
Faded is my dream....
Faded they may seem....
Never I scream!”
― Larissa Qat

“THOUGH LIGHT FADES IN THE DARKNESS, SUN NEVER FADES;
THOUGH SUN FADES IN THE NIGHT, DAY NEVER FADES;
THOUGH DAY FADES IN THE DEATH, LOVE NEVER FADES;
THOUGH LOVE FADES IN THE HATE, MEMORY NEVER FADES;
THOUGH MEMORY FADES IN THE TIME, WAIT NEVER FADES;
THOUGH WAIT FADES IN THE PEACE, PAIN NEVER FADES;
THOUGH PAIN FADES IN THE PLEASURE, HURT NEVER FADES;
THOUGH HURT FADES IN THE SCAR, HOPE NEVER FADES”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“I looked at the discoloured foxglove painting on the edge of the table. The outer trumpets were already chipped and faded, the lower bit of the stems rubbed off entirely. Within a few years, it would be gone- leaving no mark that it had ever been there. That I'd ever been there.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses