Quotes About Decay

I was shown mold, leaking pipes, exposed asbestos insulation, broken toilets, cracked floors, malfunctioning heating units, feces bubbling up from the sewer pipes in the basements. I had seen better government buildings in the slums of Tijuana. Neven and the boys from 23 told me it was bad but what I was seeing was worse than the Baghdad fire department, which actually got more than one hundred fifty million dollars from the United States government, while Detroit got zero.

They were much surprised that we were still burying—asked our reasons for it, and were much dissatisfied with what we gave. We told them of the belief in the resurrection of the body, and they asked if our God was not able to resurrect from ashes as from long corruption. We told them of how people thought it repugnant to have their loved ones burn, and they asked if it was less repugnant to have them decay. They were inconveniently reasonable, those women.

if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .

the crows grew fat on the remains of both our armies. Empires rise and fall, and the only true victors are the birds.

Era um rio podre, contudo eu ainda via alguma graça ali onde ele fazia a curva, no modo peculiar daquela curva, penso que a curva é o gesto de um rio. E assim o reconheci, como às vezes se reconhece num homem velho o trejeito infantil, mais lento apenas.

Time is a seed, a sprout, a bud, A bloom, a flower, a wilting rose, Decay, disappearance, — a seed.

Criminal Minds, The Bunker: "This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper."

PorzÄ…dek historyczny okazuje siÄ™ tylko porzÄ…dkiem umierania.

Salg?n Bizans'? 4 ay etkiledi. Günde 5-10 bin ölü vard?: "Sonunda mezar kaz?c? bulunamay?nca, kalelerdeki kulelerin çat?lar? ç?kar?ld?, cesetler koyulup çat? tekrar kapat?ld?." Cenazeler gemilere koyulup denize terk ediliyordu. "Salg?n bittikten sonra ahlâks?zl?k ve sapk?nl?k o kadar artt? ki, salg?n geriye sadece günahkârlar? b?rakt? sanard?n?z.

The world is turning into a cesspool of imbeciles.

what are you but a corpse waiting to be washed?

He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.

The phonographs of hades in the brainAre tunnels that re-wind themselves, and loveA burnt match skating in a urinal—

Ordinarily my mom just sunk deeper into her corner of the couch and ignored it. She had succesfully ignored a quarter of a century of entropy and decay, had sat peacefully crunching popcorn and drinking soda while the house fell down around us. If I had to guess the number of books she read during that time, I would place the number at somewhere in the neighborhood of forty thousand.

The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening; honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare.

Their bony branches grew barer with each tearing wind. Their tall, leaning forms looked like a gateway to a long-abandoned world. They lived. Their roots were much deeper than mine would ever be. One day my tree would fall and die, gnawed by serpents.

It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.

That which we call civilization is merely the accumulated debris of a chilling number of bad nights.

Economy-size coffins for the living dead. Tin cans for the sardines of humanity. There wasn't a more heinous pairing of words in the English language

Natural religion itself, seems to decay very much. Many will have human souls to be material: others make God himself a corporeal being.

The cities were sucking all the life of the country into themselves and destroying it. Men were no longer individuals, but units in a vast machine, all cut to one pattern, with the same tastes and ideas, the same mass-produced education that did not educate but only pasted a veneer of catchwords over ignorance.

buildings—faded brick buildings enclosed by a faded brick wall. A school, perhaps, or the estate of a dull family. The buildings had once been elegant, but many of the windows were shattered

Fascism is capitalism in decay.