Quotes About Decay

Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.

Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

Statesmen and beauties are very rarely sensible of the gradations of their decay.

In mir wühlte eine Verlassenheit, wie Termiten in einem gefallenen Baumstamm.

me fascinan las cajetillas de cigarrillos al borde del camino, sobretodo cuando no están estrujadas, entonces se hinchan ligeramente, adquieren cierto aspecto de cadáveres, los cantos ya no están tan definidos y el celofán se empaña desde dentro, es vapor condensado en gotitas de agua por el frío.

The dust that fell unnoted as a dew, Wrapped the dead city's face like mummy-cloth

Pessimism is a sign of decay, optimism is a sign of superficiality; tragic optimism is the mood of the strong man who seeks intensity and extent of experience, even at the cost of woe, and is delighted to find that strife is the law of life.

Where there is no strife there is decay:

All this national decay, all this weakening of the state, this obviously imminent subjection of Judah to Babylon, were, it seemed to Jeremiah, Yahveh's hand laid upon the Jews in punishment for their sins.

time as a sense of before and after, or a measurement of motion, is of course subjective, and highly relative; but a tree will age, wither and decay whether or not the lapse of time is measured or perceived.

Every form of government tends to perish by excess of its basic principle.

At the end, we meet death. Just as experience begins to coördinate itself into wisdom, brain and body begin to decay.

Allo stesso tempo in giapponese ci sono due parole, wabi e sabi, che messe insieme significano bellezza effimera e fluttuante; estetica della decadenza, dei dettagli asimmetrici e dei colori naturali; gusto per il non finito, il transeunte, l'imperfetto. Per spiegare cosa significano queste quattro sillabe giapponesi nelle nostre lingue bisogna scrivere dei mini trattati.

The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations.

Whate'er is born of mortal birth    Must be consumed with the earth

Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.

Rot dead marigolds- an acre at a time! Gold are you?

To hell with you and your poetry — You will rot and be blown through the next solar system with the rest of the gases —

The Library is desolation, it has a smell of its own of stagnation and death.

The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.

Bad health is the primary reason for all life. Created by disease, within putrefaction, into decay

She died in one of the downstairs rooms, in a heavy walnut bed with a curtain, her gray head propped on a pillow yellow and moldy with age and lack of sunlight.

Beyond the bordering weeds a fence strangled in limp dilapidation, and from the weeds beside it the handles of a plow stood at a gaunt angle while its shard rusted peacefully in the undergrowth, and other implements rusted half concealed there - skeletons of labor healed over by the earth they were to have violated, kinder than they.

When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, they could see that the leather was cracked; and when they sat down, a faint dust rose sluggishly about their thighs, spinning with slow motes in the single sun-ray.