Quotes About Decay

Ühel õhtul, kui tõime terrassilt sisse tühjad teetassid ja torditaldrikud, ütles Marta, et inimese kõige tähtsam ülesanne on päästa seda, mis on lagunemas, aga mitte uute asjade loomine.

a thing in motion will always be better than a thing at rest; that change will always be a nobler thing than permanence; that that which is static will degenerate and decay, turn to ash, while that which is in motion is able to last for all eternity.

Rzeczywisto?? si? zestarza?a, stetrycza?a, bo przecie? podlega ona zdecydowanie takim samym prawom jak ka?dy ?ywy organizm - starzeje si?. Jej najdrobniejsze sk?adniki - sensy, ulegaj? apoptozie jak komórki cia?a. Apoptoza to ?mier? naturalna, spowodowana zm?czeniem i wyczerpaniem materii.

The same fate awaits me too, and Oddball, and the Deer outside; one day we shall all be nothing more than corpses.

j'ai pris conscience que ce qui est en mouvement – en dépit de ses dangers – sera toujours meilleur que ce qui est immobile, et que le changement sera toujours quelque chose de plus noble que l'invariance ; car ce qui stagne est voué inévitablement à la dégénérescence, à la décomposition et, en fin de compte, au néant, alors que tout ce qui évolue saura durer, et même éternellement.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;A breath can make them, as a breath has made;But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

Nuestros trabajos en piedra, en pintura, en impreso están a salvo -algunas de ellas por unas pocas décadas, o uno o dos milenios- pero finalmente todo deberá caer en la guerra o desaparecer en la final y universal ceniza.

Truth is dead, and everything is relative at best and at worst a matter of the will to power. Nothing is what it appears to be. If truth was once the stated goal of intellectuals, it is now easy to read between their scholarly lines and see the petty egos and the dirty ambitions behind the lofty aspirations for truth. Truth is finally undecidable, as the postmodern philosophers express it. At best, truth is simply the compliment you pay to sentences that you happen to agree with.

I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.

The roar of laughter at civilization's end.

Days, when you could not stroll on the beach, without finding at your feet a corpse, hastily thrust into the loosened sand, for dogs to gnaw and vultures to make their meal, or look across the harbour without seeing some dead body floating, upright and horrible, in the face of the summer sun.

An evil life is a kind of death.

All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.

Sometimes, in the trenches, you get the sense of something, ancient. One trench we held, it had skulls in the side, embedded, like mushrooms. It was actually easier to believe they were men from Marlborough's army, than to think they'd been alive a year ago. It was as if all the other wars had distilled themselves into this war, and that made it something you almost can't challenge. It's like a very deep voice, saying; 'Run along, little man, be glad you've survived

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach," I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. " ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.

All things die, Mercy. Some just takes longer than others. (Charles)

The alligator was very dead and had been that way a long time and was dried up and cracked and coming apart at the seams. Nobody wanted to take pictures of the dead alligator since it already had enough problems.

Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

There's no end. There's no end to this world, everlasting. We crumble to dust in its arms.

En los meses de primavera todo está demasiado lleno de vida. En verano, está demasiado fuerte y no hay manera de soltarlo. El otoño es el momento idóneo. En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.

Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.

No. It doesn't really burn technically. It simply breaks down.

En los meses de primavera todo está demasiado lleno de vida. En verano, está demasiado fuerte y no hay manera de soltarlo. El otoño... El otoño es el momento idóneo. En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.