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Nothing is ever lost nor can be lost; the body aged, sluggish,cold ... the embers left from earlier fires shall dully flame again
Their looks and personalities were still intact, but some thing had atrophied ever so slightly. Their faces bore the distinct wear of goals gone too long unfulfilled.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
The sensation I
had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless
longing.
Gone is what happens when people stop asking, when all research has ceased, when no one contributes to the archives of a life or its extinction.
dimmed completely.
The sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.
The moment indifference took over, life began to subside. Few men rose out of it: most lost all impulse toward activity and ended by offering death at least a halfhearted welcome.
What was once, is no longer.
Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.
The last few months had passed in a kind of delirium
I don't know where that strength went, I don't remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it. The
We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.
When all dreams wane, same are loss and gain
The time for careers and passions was gone. Hunger pangs displaced ambition.
I became bored - that was all. Boredom, which is another name and a frequent disguise for vitality, became the unconscious motive of all my acts.
Now the soft-voiced gentle woman of my reverent worship has all but vanished.
Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened.
You seem to fade every day.
Hope is never dead.
Long exercised in woes.
You were never good at scent, I suppose.
I decreased,
weakened and sensitive to minor comments.
To be worn out is to be renewed.
The village seemed very old, eaten away at the edge like the moon which had commenced to wane,
What has happened in the past is gone
Maybe I really had been meant to fade away.
All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.
gone on Miss Lily.
Time had eroded all shock value.
was dark and no more inviting
Passion always goes, and boredom stays.
When virtue has slept it will arise more vigorous.
The image is dead! Long live the sensation.
His running was over. His dancing was over. Worse, for some reason, the way he used to feel about things was over, too. He withdrew. Things seemed silly or pointless
It suffered and died in translation.
The essence of decay is inactivity.
His persistent nostalgia depressed him, aged him, and yet he couldn't stop feeling that the most glorious years, the years when everything seemed drawn in florescents, were gone. Everyone had been so much more entertaining then. What had happened?
Childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.
A satisfied need no longer motivates.
As desire recedes, the world becomes clear, pale, and empty.
His form grew fainter and fainter, and just before it went altogether, I saw the hint of a smile, that laughing and mischievous smile I'd loved so much.
So the tiresome minutes and decades of minutes dragged away, until at last our tense forms filmed over with a dulled consciousness,
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
Age looked at youth, and youth's applause first weakened, then died.
Not only does beauty fade, but it leaves a record upon the face as to what became of it.
I ran out of strong.
All that had been was now no more.
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
But the past was not dead. Once in a great while, the thoughts
that had seemed so vital and so active, yet had been put to rest
so quietly, revived again.
he gave way to a pleasant lassitude
Winter passed, spring arrived, hope faded.
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...
I was highly attracted to chess for forty or forty-five years; then, little by little, my enthusiasm lessened.
My mind has changed. My strength has not.
Lost wealth may be replaced by industry, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine, but lost time is gone forever.
Motivation fades because it's emotion driven. Mobilization doesn't fade because it's ambition driven. Connect with your passion! - L. R. W. Lee
When words lose the value ... nothing is left!
The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.
As for my needs, they had dwindled as it were to my dimensions and become, if I may say so, of so exquisite a quality as to exclude all thought of succour.
Many words shall revive, which now have fallen off; and many which are now in esteem shall fall off,
I lost interest in being in the public eye.
Idle and superfluous all day long, all at once they had become visible, needed, and
The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.
As time passes, my story fades away.
disintegrated. Does
Joy surfeited turns to sorrow.
That ghost of a smile fell away and receded and finally faded.
Only weariness remained. It was a special kind of weariness that descended rarely, according to internal chemical regimens he did not understand. It made striving difficult, but also falsehood.
Lacking stamina, it became a withering whimsy of a flirtation.
Gradually, then suddenly.
What happened to goodbye?
Hope is slowly extinguished and quickly revived.
Long as you remember, ain't nothin' really gone.
She got very tired, so tired that even her toys could no longer amuse her. You would wonder at that if I had time to describe to you one half of the toys she had. But then, you wouldn't have the toys themselves, and that makes all the difference: you can't get tired of a thing before you have it.
No doubt, our love persisted, but in practice it served nothing; it was an inert mass within us, sterile as crime of a life sentence. It had declined on a patience that led nowhere, a dogged expectation.
Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless.
abundance proffered too soon led to lassitude and indolence, a wandering dissatisfaction.
And after that the dream faded,
I kinda threw the spotlight away from me for a little while.
Horse racing is waning in popularity.
How
long did it take for a past to die?
All events of the past withered to mere skeletons, veined and fleshed of fancy.
His countenance had resumed its habitual imperturbability.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Human character is smaller now, people don't have durable passions; they've replaced passions with excitement.
The passions do not die out; they burn out.
Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go.
All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish.
That very afternoon they had seemed full of brilliant qualities; now she saw that they were merely dull in a loud way.
Looked a lost, pathetic thing, like all old letters; the moment it had matched had gone so long ago.
This spirit gradually decayed, not being nourished by prayer. I became cold toward God.
There has also been a change
a slippage
in our intellectual and moral strength. Seven lean years of drouth and famine have withered a field of ideas.
Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged.
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
She disappeared; her voice, her laughter, and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.
Old habits died hard. Often, she thought, they don't die until we do.
Enthusiasm brushes off upon those with whom you come in contact.
Compassion bled away, as did his insight.
I had enjoyed so much bliss lately that i imagined my fortune had passed its meridian and must now decline.