A Quote by John Keats

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

John Keats

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Arms Beauty Charms Eyes Faded Flower Paradise Shape Sight Voice Warmth Whiteness

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John Keats
English - Poet
October 31, 1795 - February 23, 1821

There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.

Franz Kafka

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.

William Shakespeare

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered , with difficulty recognizing the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.

Leo Tolstoy

When affirmation and negation came into being, Tao faded. After Tao faded, then came one-sided attachments.

Zhuangzi

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

Anita Brookner

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

Gertrude Stein

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; but beauty faded has no second spring.

Ambrose Philips

Later on, when I signed with Sony, we wanted to re-release 'Fade' as 'Faded' with a brand new mix and with vocals by Iselin Solheim. I think Iselin was the first person who sung demo vocals for 'Faded.' And it worked out great! The way I got in touch with Iselin was through a guy that I work with in the studio.

Alan Walker

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

William Shakespeare

And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes - you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

Leo Tolstoy

I never cast a flower away, A gift of one who car'd for me; A flower--a faded flower, But it was done reluctantly.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the world. Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.