Quotes About Decay

The houses were vacant, and a vacant house falls quickly apart.

The smells of life and richness, of death and digestion, of decay and birth, burden the air.

Sad as they were at his moral decay, the friends were not a little jealous of the good time Danny was having.

When a city begins to grow and spread outward, from the edges, the center which was once its glory is in a sense abandoned to time. Then the buildings grow dark and a kind of decay sets in; poorer people move in as the rents fall, and small fringe businesses take the place of once flowering establishments. The district is still too good to tear down and too outmoded to be desirable.

Kiev deve ter sido em tempos uma bela cidade. E agora é pouco mais que uma ruína. Não se tratou de combates, mas sim da destruição demencial de todas as instalações culturais que a cidade tinha, e da quase totalidade dos belos edifícios erguidos ao longo de mil anos.

Kiev deve ter sido em tempos uma bela cidade... E agora é pouco mais que uma ruína... Não se tratou de combates, mas sim da destruição demencial de todas as instalações culturais que a cidade tinha, e da quase totalidade dos belos edifícios erguidos ao longo de mil ans

She breathed that air he'd forgotten, of high-school loveliness, come uninvited to bloom in the shadow of railroad overpasses, alongside telephone poles, within earshot of highways with battered aluminum center strips, out of mothers gone to lard and fathers ground down by gray days of work and more work, in an America littered with bottlecaps and pull-tabs and pieces of broken muffler.

Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot.

Under a low sun, pursued by fish and mounted by crows and veiled in a loud swarm of bluebottle flies, the body comes down the river like a deadfall stripped clean.

Ingen såg at raset gjekk, for det rasa så langsamt, det rasa ikkje dag for dag, ikkje eingong time for time, ikkje minutt for minutt, men det rasa, heile tida rasa det, for det var eit ras, det måtte jo vera eit ras, for kva anna kunne det vera?

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn't have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Man will be the death of life yet.

But now, in spite of her smiles and greetings, I failed to recognise her in a lady whose features had so gone to pieces that the outline of her face could not be restored. What had happened was that for three years she had been taking cocaine and other drugs. Her eyes deeply and darkly rimmed were haggard, her mouth had a strange twitch. She had, it seems, got up for this reception though she was in the habit of remaining in bed or on a sofa for months.

Painful recollections are always of the dead. And the dead decompose rapidly, and there remains the beauty of nature, silence, the purity of air.

Aging was essentially decay, the exhaustion of the body's ability to repair and renew itself.

Every step stranger. The bones of buildings had torn through their stone skin and lay exposed. Collapsed walls buried the cobblestones. Shattered glass dusted the scene with razor-edged glitter. The dust clouds were lit brighter by a dozen fires burning out of sight.

People were not getting back what they wanted for their sold labor. Taxes grew and services shrank. Prices rose and quality decayed. Everywhere people felt used and betrayed and coerced and cheated.

Der sichtbare Zerfall ist Ausdruck für die Loslösung aus dieser Welt.

any era that is dominated by the love of money only, has a rotten core within it and must perish

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot.

If it doesn't rot, it's not real food.