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YOUR LUCKY COLOR IS DEAD.
We have chased away the clouds, the sky is all 'rose.'
Go nowhere on a horse that fades.
All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion.
was dark and no more inviting
A streak of presence surrounded by a dim glow of absence.
The sun is setting fast. The colors die. They shift from purple to dried blood, from nacre to bister, from cool dead grays to pigeon shit.
Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past.
The daylight faded slowly: distances collapsed and the world turned indigo and the wind blew cold enough to burn the skin on your face.
Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems to be no longer worth wearing.
Emotion that I experienced on first seeing the fresh paint come out of the tube ... the impression of colours strewn over the palette: of colours - alive, waiting, as yet unseen and hidden in their little tubes ...
Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.
he sees a place where he will passively fade away, like wallpaper that gets too much sunlight and slowly loses its color. This
A cut scarred where a caress faded away.
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
The fat, pumpkin-colored moon rose, turning bloodstains into shadows. All of the colors of shirts and jackets and uniforms paled to the same shade of gray.
Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxious love, that is why the flower faded.
Just a dark shape against an even darker background.
How many times have your true colours faded just because the world was colour blind.
What color is it today?
You are gone! Sky looks dark, ground looks dirty and I feel lost.
Someone can only fade away if there's nothing left for them. But there's me and you. We'll always be something strong enough to keep you going.
I am a fading phantasmagoria. Time has left me in partial glory.
The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.
For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!
I faded away for a while out of necessity.
The music paled like a candle and went out ...
Subdued. Maybe that was what depression dipped in false cheer looked like.
I'm sad now, the way we're talking is infinitely sad: faded music, faded paper flowers, worn satin, an echo of an echo. All gone away, no longer possible.
You don't fade from within my mind; it's a flaw
That I dwell on each moment, cling to you
Like smoke escaping my fingers while the candles burn them raw
screwed blued and tattooed
As dull as moon face, never seem to change.
Time had erased me a little, rubbed me out. I had faded like a photograph buried under soil. I was tanned and older, weathered and experienced and fat. I was what we all become, a by-product of the torture of ourselves.
Do you know that I no longer see colors?
Jonas's heart broke.
For reality's glow and glory, without poetry,
Fade, like the red operas of sunset
The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.
The day is still bright, but fading, like it's tired of holding on to the sun and the birdsong and the green smells of the fields just outside of town.
Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.
an overcast luminance, a subdued warmth
As the vision faded, the past and the present seemed to merge.
Sky glowing dull pink. Simmer dim, as the Shetlanders called
We all do fade as a leaf.
Gone? - gone? What means that little word? - What
She burnt like a dead white star.
Conspicuous by his absence.
very dull object.
Dark with excessive bright.
How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade ...
Does this wild errant need fade, like the colour of eyes do?
I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.
Looked a lost, pathetic thing, like all old letters; the moment it had matched had gone so long ago.
THE STRIKING CONTRAST
But of course, all of this is just a silly fad, and when you add an "e" to fad, you get fade. And I predict this fad will fade.
I once knew a girl who was like a dying rainbow. Her colors were incomparable, her countenance a whirlwind of brilliance. As much as she shone, however, she faded into nothingness, at times so quickly that I was unsure whether she had existed at all.
Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo.
Nobody would ever be like Fade. That much, I knew.
as pale and sad as "lite" beer,
As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness
the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string.
You looked like you'd been trying to fade away. I thought you were a woman who needed to be seen.
was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red
Fade to black. Or whatever color you like. If you can find a way to fade to pink or purple, please do.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
He had always looked at the world and seen it in a thousand different colors, his fingers itching to paint each turn of light, each curl of the wind sweeping through the silver streets.
Every shade was unique in Valen's eyes.
And yet... he was losing colors, too.
Ever since her diagnosis, she's been fading like a light bulb with cancer's hand on the rotary dimmer.
There is a realm where the rainbow never fades
Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.
Where does the flame of a candle go after is faded?
And highlighted with bold streaks
All beauty is sad. For it fades.
Once things have passed and become irretrievable, we tend to see them with a hazy, golden glow.
It wasn't a pretty sunset. The colors were as expected: violet clouds, bright orange and pink underneath, against the pale blue sky. But the clouds were high cirrus, wispy, and crossed with the contrails of F-16s, a colorful glowing mess. I said, It looks like God barfed a rainbow.
How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.
I felt a little lost between the blue and white of the sky and the monotony of the colors around me- the sticky black of the tar, the dull black of all the clothes, and the shiny black of the hearse.
There followed a time when everything was dull. The things that had meant something lost importance, though they were still there, like bruises on the body that fade to hard lumps under the skin.
All memories soften with age, and the good ones are also the most perishable ( ... ) conjured up till they faded to nothing. Like cave paintings by candlelight, she could only glimpse them now in the dark from the corner of her eye.
You see it dying, you feel helpless while it fades,
You tend to lose hope lest you forget, a ripple is all, and that's all it takes...#MyExperiencewith498A
Grief colours you like a beautiful sunset colours the sky.
The world around him had gone brown. Brown grass and gray skies. No green. No blue. No life.
True love will never fade like a rainbow.
with a seeping glitter of dark blood,
He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.
shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.
When your tears become invisible, disappear
The horizon was beginning to charcoal. What was left of the blackness above was nothing now but a scribble, and disappearing fast.
This was the power of the story weaver, Nell realized. An ability to conjure color so that all else seemed to fade.
Cold without, color within. This was how it had been.
Only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness
And the images vanish
like soft clouds up high,
transforming the colors of my rainbow
into the dark loneliness of my night.
It is still color, it is not yet light.
It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.
Looks fade, don't get too attached.
Age had drained the color from her eyes the way darkness drains the color from everything
The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.
He was already fading. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he was just a vague image, however much I tried to cling onto his memory.
Lynny's solution was better. Just fade out, until you were ready to fade back in.
And the color in my eyes
has gone back into the sea.
Fix the image before it fades.
A lavish colored evocation of Hollywood now gone, as shown through an afternoon in the milieu of the 1920's film star.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.