Quotes About Decay

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

The rivers stank, the marketplaces stank, the churches stank, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. The peasant stank as did the priest, the apprentice as did his master's wife, the whole of the aristocracy stank, even the king himself stank, stank like a rank lion, and the queen like an old goat, summer and winter.

He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.

he lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating-and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived.

I have come to New York because it is the most forlorn of places, the most abject. The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people, the broken things, the broken thoughts. The whole city is a junk heap.

È un lento ma ineluttabile processo di erosione. Le parole di solito hanno una durata leggermente più lunga delle cose, ma alla fine anch'esse decadono insieme con le rappresentazioni che un tempo evocavano.

Marse Compton hadn't aged but curdled like stagnant milk. His white arrogance had piled and thickened, casting its sour odor wherever he went.

And power will always consume itself.

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chainlink fences topped with barbed wire, vacant lots covered with broken beer bottles, and Doberman pinschers with psychopathic personalities

The separation of faith and love is always a consequence of a deterioration of religion.

Admirable man, who know teeth by dreams, think you that all those of philosophers are decayed?

One manor house remained unoccupied and unsold. It sat on a small rise, a menacing, ugly house, a barrow, deposited and deserted by some 1920's millionaire and left there to testify to the power of money to create a permanent and quarrelsome unloveliness.

To that high capital, where kingly DeathKeeps his pale court in beauty and decay,He came.

And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief Convulse is & consume us Day by day And cold hopes swarm Like worms within Our living clay

The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that once belived they were eternal.

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Everything becomes rubbish in the end. We sometimes wonder if people weren't invented as an extra-quick way of making rubbish.

You cannot fight entropy.

It is the epitome of entropy, the final enemy of all things.

I've studied this city's society closely while I've been here; it's conservative and sliding down the decadence decay curve.

a mournful of stained, crooked teem,

Some tiny micro-organism fed on the bat guano on the floor of the cave; a maggot ate the micro-organism; a beetle ate the maggot; a spider ate the beetle; then a bat ate the spider. It was a perfect food chain. The bat was smart, all it had to do was shit and wait.