Quotes About Decay

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

Movement, change, light, growth, and decay are the life-blood of nature, the energies that I try to tap through my work.

Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.

I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

in the day after humans disappear, nature takes over and immediately begins cleaning house - our houses.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and white fungi, and over everything a funeral hush.

Rotten people will taste rotten ice cream.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

People in a hurry cannot think cannot grow nor can they decay. They are preserved in a state of perpetual puerility.

So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.

Nations rise and fall, flourish and decay, by what they believe in and by what their culture stands for.

Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.

We're beings toward death, we're … two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and feces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.

Genuine philosophical problems are always rooted outside philosophy and they die if these roots decay.

We live ruins amid ruins.

Life is Not a perpetual climb towards Greatness.For our family, ourselves, and friends, It is but sad Decay, so, Let every girl die after her Hebé (???).And every man after his Aristeia(????????).

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.

Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less if I were to fall overripe to the ground.

This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.