I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers.

— Munia Khan

Faded is my heart.... Faded is my dream....Faded they may seem.... Never I scream!

— Larissa Qat

Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness.

— Munia Khan

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

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

— Gertrude Stein