Quotes About Putrefaction

Ja sabeu que odio, detesto, no suporto la mentida, i no perquè sigui més íntegre que vosaltres, sinó simplement perquè m'horroritza. A les mentides hi ha un tint de mort, un regust de mortalitat - exactament el que més odio del món - una cosa que vull oblidar. Em fa sentir malalt i miserable, com si mossegués alguna cosa putrefacta. Qüestió de temperament, suposo.

A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse.

The rottenness comes from within.

Things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. That it should come to this!

It seems that the whole world is beginning to decay, and that its putrefaction has chosen to spread outward from here, from the land of the Pashtuns, where desertification proceeds at a steady, implacable crawl even in the consciences and intellects of men.

I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.

Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.

Whole months have passed during which I haven't lived, but have merely endured, caught between the office and physiology, marooned in an inner stagnation of thinking and feeling. Alas, this is not a restful state to be in, for putrefaction inevitably involves fermentation.

Ä°nsan bir yerde tak?l?p kald?kça, nesneler ve insanlar iyice yozla??yorlar, çürüyorlar ve s?rf sizin hat?r?n?za leÅŸ gibi kokmaya baÅŸl?yorlar.

There were dead rats living in the basement.

If you got maggots in your brain, everything you think is gonna be rotten.

Everything by which people set so much store in life is emptiness, putrefaction, pettiness; little dogs nipping at one another; little children who laugh as they fight, and then suddenly burst into tears.

Because one stage of depravity is lower than another, this does not warrant the denial that the first stage is degraded. The development of wickedness is one thing; the presence of any measure of holiness or virtue is another. The absence of certain forms of sins does not imply any innate purity. It might as well be affirmed that a recent corpse, which is less loathsome, is therefore less dead than one which is far gone in decay and putrefaction.

AGAPE of the Christos had spent its force. It laid upon the land as a shroud when once it had been a bright and shining spell of liberation. Under this pall the scorpion bred consciousness in the charnel house of putrefaction. Monsters arose and walked the earth in the guise of living men and women.These are the hypocrites to whom the sermon was delivered.

todos los cuerpos, aun los que se enlazan en un abrazo inaplazable, exhalan un efluvio de morgue...una violenta salpicadura de pus

black, and become infested with maggots—thus the inability to sit astride

I ducked inside, my mind still numb. The stench came first, the acid smells of urine and the never-mistaken stink of fecal matter. Something was burning—I think I knew what—and the damp yellow odor of sweat seemed to be coming from the walls. But there was something else here. The smell, not of death, but of predeath, like gangrene, like something dying and decomposing while still breathing. The

It's rotten, okay? And once something's rotten, it can never be good again.

The dead should not speak, for their words smell of rot

he could see the darkness pulse, and the smell of decay had thickened to a stench.

Un des inconvénients les moins observés du suffrage universel, c'est de contraindre des citoyens en putréfaction à sortir de leurs sépulcres pour élire ou pour être élus. Le Président de la République est probablement une charogne. "Quatre ans de captivité à Cochons-sur-Marne

This story is about stink, after all, a story about rot, about how life grows out of the most fetid-smelling places.

A field of stiff weeds and thistles and tufted nettle-bunches. Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds. An evil smell, faint and foul as the light, curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the stale crusted dung.

of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.