Quotes About Decay

Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken

Tendemos a desejar que ninguém morra e nada termine daquilo que nos acompanha e é nosso amado costume, e não vemos que a única coisa que mantém os costumes intactos é que eles nos sejam suprimidos de repente, sem desvio nem evolução possíveis, sem que nos abandonem nem nós os abandonemos. O que dura deteriora-se e acaba por apodrecer, aborrece-nos, vira-se contra nós, satura-nos, cansa-nos.

Ami sokáig tart, az tönkremegy és elrohad, unalmassá válik és ellenünk fordul, eltelítÅ'dünk vele, és belefáradunk. Hány ember morzsolódik le rólunk, akik az életünkhöz tartoztak, milyen sokkal merült ki vagy sz?nt meg a kapcsolatunk anélkül, hogy ennek bármi – a legkevésbé sem súlyos – oka lett volna.

Upon closer scrutiny, however, you will discover that the decomposing tree trunk and rotting leaves not only give birth to new life, but are full of life themselves. Microorganisms are at work.

avoiding the crumbling driveway, whose variously

The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim.

I was, indeed, aware that a jealous, ever-waking vigilance, to guard the treasure of our liberty, not only from invasion, but from decay and corruption, was our best wisdom and our first duty.

Their squalor, being indescribable, will not be described.

Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue do thus expell: Wrath is a fire, and gealosie a weede, Griefe is a flood, and loue a monster fell; The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede, The flood of drops, the Monster filth did breede: But sparks, seed, drops, and filth do thus delay; The sparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed, The drops dry vp, and filth wipe cleane away: So shall wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue dye and decay.

It was scarcely possible that the eyes of contemporaries should discover in the public felicity the latent causes of decay and corruption. This long peace, and the uniform government of the Romans, introduced a slow and secret poison into the vitals of the empire. The minds of men were gradually reduced to the same level, the fire of genius was extinguished, and even the military spirit evaporated.

the younger Andronicus was speedily corrupted by his infant greatness

Women are like parasitical plants, casting their wild tendrils from one tree to another, till, swollen into tough cordage, they strangle those they embrace, and luxuriate in their decay.

We are all bodies, but the dying body starts decaying right before our eyes. And those narratives that tell us what it's like to live, and die, inside those bodies are helpful to all of us, because no matter how old we are, our bodies never stop being mysterious to us.

AS IN CORPORAL distempers a total loss of appetite, which no medicines can restore, forebodes certain decay and death; so in the spiritual life of the soul, a neglect or disrelish of pious reading and instruction is a most fatal symptom.

Aujourd'hui, je suis fou de mort, partout la mort, et ces roses sur ma table qui me parfument tandis que j'écris, affreusement vivant, ces roses sont des bouts de cadavres qu'on force à faire semblant de vivre trois jours de plus dans de l'eau et les gens achètent ces cadavres de fleurs et les jeunes filles s'en repaissent.

Car l'homme ne vit que durant un clignement de paupières et ensuite c'est la pourriture à jamais, et chaque jour tu fais un pas de plus vers le trou en terre où tu moisiras en grande stupidité et silence en la seule compagnie de vers blancs et gras comme ceux de la farine et du fromage, et ils s'introduiront dans tous tes orifices pour s'y nourrir.

Dope broke the back of this already moribund

my boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality--just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust.

The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the prothonotary warbler. He nests in an old woodpecker hole, or other small cavity, in a dead snag overhanging water. The flash of his gold-and-blue plumage amid the dank decay of the June woods is in itself proof that dead trees are transmuted into living animals, and vice versa. When you doubt the wisdom of this arrangement, take a look at the prothonotary.

I am living my death, little by little, each day.

Everything breaks down to its final mortal parts. Time swallows the world.

"Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man...

The money has always been wasted on me. I don't care for beautiful things, funnily enough. I am my father's daughter. The things that excite me are the smell of a wood-burning stove, uncultivated fields. My house is decaying and falling to pieces. It's not had the love it deserves over twenty years.

The sound of water escaping from mill dams, etc., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork, I love such things.