Quotes About Dilapidation

After checking into the Hotel Monaco in downtown Seattle, Dana walked to Yesler Way, a steep street known as Skid Road in the 1850s, when the area was teeming with trees and a chute was used to skid logs to Henry Yesler's sawmill. When Seattle's city center moved north, the area became a dilapidated haven for drunks and derelicts and went from being called Skid Road to Skid Row, a term eventually used all over America to refer to a down-and-out section of a town or city.

Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.

Hannah kept her eyes forward, trained on two rows of rusted showerheads stuck in facing walls. Sixteen in all. The room was paved with white tile, chipped and discolored by age and use.

Everything degenerates in the hands of man.

She lived in a sort of ramshackle magnificence.

The dilapidation was not a memory but a representation of a poorly remembered past.

Its roof sagged and let in water when it rained, its walls groaned and let in wind when it blew, and its doors creaked and let in hypocrites when it suited.

At the street corner, a one-storey house built of freestone, but repulsively decrepit and filthy, seemed to command the entrance, like a gaol. And here, indeed, lived La Méchain, like a vigilant proprietess, ever on the watch, exploiting in person her little population of starving tenants.

In Conisborough there's no Hoxton Square to bring a bit of light relief. It's just mile after mile of broken windows and the bloody Earth Centre.

Isto está tudo decadente: já nem decadentes há.

a few sagging houses whose stones had lost their mortar and were held together only by gravity and habit

Although he has more leasure than almost anyone, the indifference ,appathy if one preferes, of the lower class person is such that he seldom makes even the simplest repaires to the place that he lives in. He is not troubled by dirt or dilapidation and he does not mind the inadequacy of public facilities such as schools, parks hospitals and libraries. Indeed, where such things exist, he may destroy them by carelessness or even by vandalism.

All things deteriorate in time.

The reality was decaying, dingy cities, where underfed people shuffled to and fro in leaky shoes, in patched-up nineteenth-century houses

With charm comes charm's sidekick, dilapidation.

The outer stairs and walkway terraces were made of rotting wood. The cement walls had that unfinished, swirling look that could cut your hand if you leaned against it wrong. Small chunks of concrete lay on the ground. An unplugged Pepsi machine guarded the door like one of the Queen's guards.

The rust on the fire escape was so thick that tetanus seemed a far greater threat than smoke inhalation.

If you've seen one city slum, you've seen them all.

the ruin insufficiently ruined

The alley was like most any other alley in a city where the infrastructure was crumbling, in a state where the infrastructure was crumbling.

To be brutally honest, all these men were falling apart, hair by hair and tooth by tooth, like over-used pieces of equipment, like tools bought cheap for a job that would outlast them. While

wood rot on the mantelpiece in the

We went to Old Bull Lee's house outside town near the river levee. It was on a road that ran across a swampy field. The house was a dilapidated old heap with sagging porches running around and weeping willows in the yard; the grass was a yard high, old fences leaned, old barns collapsed. There was no one in sight. We pulled right into the yard and saw washtubs on the back porch. I got out and went to the screen door.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.