Fading Emotions Quotes

But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual condition of the soul, as a circle on the water, caused by the fall of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.

The first time I fell in love, I was in my 20s, and I loved someone right till I was 31. And then I felt that emotion died within me. I wasn't feeling alive at all.

Each person is a graveyard of his thoughts. They are most beautiful for us in the moment of their birth; later we can often sense a deep pain that they leave us indifferent where earlier they enchanted us.

You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.

Like love, grief fades in and out.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

Love wears off too quickly.

Our inability to recall how we really felt is why our wealth of experiences turns out to be poverty of riches.

Time, memory, loss and love are my main artistic concerns, but time, among all of them, becomes the determinant.

But some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled - inevitably - it's the way with everything human.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I feel like all the songs are little scenes, different angles, of the feelings that come around something ending.

The love had just vanished. We're still friendly.

People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings.

So much energy comes out of concerts sometimes, especially good ones that are really moving. And that energy, no matter how great the show is, it dissipates within two weeks or a month.

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

You look back at a time you idealize now and you only remember the good stuff. You tell the stories about the hard stuff and just laugh about it now. You don't remember how difficult it was to be stranded in Austin after driving 52 hours from Seattle in a rainstorm and having nowhere to stay for five hours. You remember that stuff and laugh about it now. You don't feel it the way you did back then when you were so scared and nervous and tired and hungry. We always idealize the past because we don't feel the painful stuff the way we used to.