Quotes About Decay

When we have degenerated, as we must eventually degenerate, when we have lost our intrinsic superiority…our morals will be gone, but our Maxims will remain.

if it was not passed, the docks, which already have become obsolescent, will have to be allowed to obsolesce into obsoleteness.

He was a cut flower in a vase; fair to see, yet bound to die, and to die very soon if the water was not constantly renewed.

Lata rozpadajÄ… siÄ™ na miesiÄ…ce, miesiÄ…ce na dni, dni na godziny, minuty na sekundy, a sekundy przeciekajÄ…. Czym jestem? Jestem pewna iloÅ›ciÄ… sekund - które przeciekÅ'y. Rezultat: nic. Nic.

relations had since curdled into Roquefort cheese

The unreal is more powerful than the real.... Because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.

Maar wij ongelovigen, wij sterven met onze decors, te vermoeid om onszelf in de luren te leggen door de pracht en praal die beloofd is aan ons kadaver...

If I didn't have a job, I might have stayed in bed until I rotted.

La bondad era tibia y sin consistencia, olía a carne cruda guardada durante mucho tiempo.

Things went somehow so good that were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

As coisas estavam de algum modo tão boas que podiam se tornar muito ruins porque o que amadurece plenamente pode apodrecer.

Tooth decay was a perennial national problem that meant a mouthful of silver for patients, and for dentists a pocketful of gold.

Fingernails filling with silt, scraping the sculpted...

Lies corrode like rust.

In a sense our brains are like an archive, where material is well-preserved and properly catalogued, but also dissolves, or becomes re-shelved or misplaced, or in some cases never makes it there to begin with.

Books are the anchors Left by the ships that rot away.

Every underground scene dies a long slow death as the tourists close in, until nothing's left but posers ogling each other over the bleached remains. If

Nothing can save us. All this sweetness dies and rots.

Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung.

65. The generation of man is corruption; the corruption of man is the beginning of generation.

We are all dying, just at different speeds.

The spectacles of pain and disgrace I see around me, the ignorance, the unthinking vice, the poverty and the lack of hope, and oh, the rain—the rain that falls on England and rots the grain, puts out the light in the man's eye and the light of learning too, for who can reason if Oxford is a giant puddle and Cambridge is washing away downstream, and who will enforce the laws if the judges are swimming for their lives?

Thought is an acid, eating us away. At first we imagine it will only eat into that which is rotten and sick and must be removed. But thought thinks otherwise. It eats blindly. It begins with the prey you most gladly throw to it - but don't imagine it will be content with that! It doesn't stop until it has gnawed away the last thing you hold dear.

Tanken är en syra som fräter. Du tänker i början, att den blott skall fräta på det som är murket och sjukt och som skall bort. Men tanken tänker inte så: den fräter blint. Den börjar med det rov som du helst och gladast kastar åt honom, men du skall inte tro att det mättar honom. Han slutar inte förrän han gnagt sönder det sista du har kärt.