Quotes About Decay

Both for Havana's beauty and decay, it's very hard to restrain yourself from staring everywhere you look.

Dead bodies do get a grayish blue/purple hue because blood pools in the capillaries and the body starts to decompose. It's not smurf blue, but it's not a pleasant shade.

Each moment is defined by a multitude of histories, the past constantly converging upon us, perpetually decaying and reforming itself on the steady pulse of now, now, now, now.

The canker worm is at work within The fairest of her flowers.

Everything tears away at everything else … forever.

This whole city is most certainly a pitiful corpse, while the neighborhood outside the walls of this bar has the distinction of being the withering heart of the deceased. And I am a devoted student of its anatomy—a pathologist, after a fashion, with an eye for necroses that others overlook.

For wherever mystery serves as a foundation, only ruins may be erected.

of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.

The lessons in measurement of cloacal forces. Time as a flow of sewage. The excrement of space, scatology of creation. The voiding of the self. The whole filthy integration of things and the nocturnal product . . . drowning in the pools of night.

One by one all the regular staff stopped appearing for work, and their desks came to be occupied by new persons who always looked like fugitives from the great tribe of derelicts living in the Golden City, a shadow population that moved day and night through that yellowish haze.[...] Of course this manner of fiscal growth could not continue much longer and other measures would need to be taken if the company was truly to become a dominant force in the marketplace of this world or any other.

What remained lost was the revelation that nothing ever known has ended in glory; that all which ends does so in exhaustion, confusion and debris.

Scaccerò ogni dolcezza dal mio cuore e assorbirò l'orrore; ucciderò l'amore, i pensieri di donna, lasciandone i cadaveri a decomporsi nella mia mente, sperando che i loro vermi mordano; senza l'aspetto di un uomo saprò comunque generare molto dall'odio: sarò padre di un mondo di fantasmi e avrò la tomba e la carcassa.

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

Some legislators only wish to vengeance against a particular enemy. Others only look out for themselves. They devote very little time on the consideration of any public issue. They think that no harm will come from their neglect. They act as if it is always the business of somebody else to look after this or that. When this selfish notion is entertained by all, the commonwealth slowly begins to decay.

Isn't it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it's dying?

Los Angeles signed a pact with the devil and lost its soul a long time ago, you know? It flourishes, but it's doomed.

said, "Isn't it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it's dying?

This is trash state U.S.A.

In rock music, you have a big success before you turn 30, then there is sort of a decay. Then there is the reunion, and everyone is waiting to hear what you were doing when you were 20, and nobody cares what you are doing at 50 or 60. But the more I continue, the more I produce, the more I play every year in bigger places.

It's a Hollywood screenwriting notion that change comes because of one epic, soul-crushing event... What's more common is that the slow decay of the nonevents of your life build up until you can't take it anymore.

There's nowhere like Detroit; it's a modern necropolis: all these art deco masterpieces crumbling away.

No one paid any attention to how things looked, and as they moved faster and faster everything grew uglier and dirtier, and as everything grew uglier and dirtier they moved faster and faster, and at last a very strange thing began to happen. Because nobody cared, the city slowly began to disappear. Day by day the buildings grew fainter and fainter, and the streets faded away, until at last it was entirely invisible. There was nothing to see at all.

When a society decays, it is language that is first to become gangrenous. As a result, social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey/Where wealth accumulates and men decay