Quotes About Erosion

and now, their great love, in which she dwelt immersed, seemed to dwindle beneath her, like the waters that vanish into the bed of the river, and she could see the mud.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.

when learning stripped earth of her mantle of beauty

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Erosion of faith and trust in government - that is the real problem that confronts us.

Tomorrow's accident, which will be rare but no doubt even more disastrous, will be an accident where the regulations were in place to prevent the problem, or perhaps where no-one actually made an identifiable error and no system truly broke down but all the components had been weakened by erosion: the degree of variation within the operating conditions will one day prove enough to exceed the tolerable linkage thresholds.

Alzheimer's is like having your entire life written out in chalk and then washed over by the sea at every tide.

Time which antiquates Antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things.

Time ... antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things.

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Inch by inch, they chipped away until soon there would be nothing left to salvage.

Time erodes us all.

We can experience an erosion of self-esteem when we're lonely, as we come to believe that it's because we're not likable or because something is broken inside of us. And that can just compound that loneliness further and further.

There used to be this real sense of community integrity in rock. It has really eroded. Everyone seems to be on their own now.

Over this year, familiarity had done its usual work, picking off the gilded paint one scratch at a time.

And for goodness' sake put some of the county back where it belongs, the soil erosion's bad enough as it is. Dill stared at my father's retreating figure. He's trying tryin' to be funny, I said.

Our globe is under new dramatic environmental pressure: our globe is warming, our ice caps melting, our glaciers receding, our coral is dying, our soils are eroding, our water tables falling, our fisheries are being depleted, our remaining rainforests shrinking. Something is very, very wrong with our eco-system.

The uplands of my home country in north central Kentucky are sloping and easily eroded, dependent for safekeeping upon year-round cover of perennial plants.

In the sense that writing is to retrieve the past and stop the passing of time, all writing is about loss. It's not nostalgia in the sense of yearning to bring back the past, but recognition of the erosion of things as you live.

I believe the processes of good governance have gone astray. Specifically there is an erosion of transparency, independence and accountability.

A lot of publishers have close relationships with people in power. So the press, which used to speak truth to power, doesn't. The big result of that has been the erosion of trust.

Time reveals the truth.

Once you began to expose a fossil, you had to continue, or risk losing it. Visitors imagined the landscape of the badlands to be unchanging, but in fact it was continuously eroding, literally right before your eyes; all day long you could hear the clatter of pebbles rolling down the crumbling hillside. And there was always the risk of a rainstorm; even a brief shower would wash away a delicate fossil.

Sometimes our fights are as strong as a current, as consistent as waves and as stubborn as unmoveable rocks. Martial fights cause the same kind of erosion as powerful waves do when they hit the shore