Quotes About Decay

There is no correlation between the degree of comfort enjoyed and the achievement of a civilization. On the contrary, absorption in ease is one of the most reliable signs of present or impending decay.

Once the cells in a biological machine stop working, it can never be started again. It goes into a cascade of decay, falling toward disorder and randomness. Except in the case of viruses. They can turn off and go dead. Then, if they come in contact with a living system, they switch on and multiply. (194)

Günümüzde de res publica'ya kat?l?m art?k bir oluruna b?rakma sorunudur ve bu kamusal yaÅŸam?n ÅŸehir gibi mekanlar? da bir bozulma sürecine girmiÅŸtir.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

I didn't want to see it this way, everything eating everything in the end.

We've made a graveyard out of the bone white afternoon.

Every society has to find its own protection. To avert episodes of violence we should constantly remind ourselves of how easily a complex social organization can decay, and how hard it is to construct.

fish from the cache became "high"—in other words, smelly because they were partially rotten. Most people liked the strong taste. Jenness saw "a man take a bone from rotten caribou-meat cached more than a year before, crack it open and eat the marrow with evident relish although it swarmed with maggots.

I grow and I shrink. I run and I crawl. Follow my voice, though I have none at all. I never do leave here, but I travel around I float through the sky and I creep through the ground. I keep my cache in a vault although I have no wealth, Seek my decay to safeguard your health.

Pastor, creo que antes de alcanzar a estas personas nuevas debiéramos tratar de reactivar a todos los miembros viejos que han dejado de venir." ¡Esta es una estrategia que garantiza la decadencia de su iglesia! No da resultado. Por lo general, se requiere cinco veces más energía para reactivar a un miembro carnal o disgustado que a un inconverso receptivo.

Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.

If you looked closer still (hold your noses, ladies and gentlemen), if you peered deep into the moustachy bristles sticking out over his upper lip, you would probably see much larger objects that had escaped the wipe of his hand, things that had been there for months and months, like a piece of maggoty green cheese or a moldy old cornflake or even the slimy tail of a tinned sardine.

The trouble with conspiracies is that they rot internally.

but a dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot.

Entropy requires no maintenance.

I felt a strange delight in causing my decay.

On the abyss's edge we slide and soon will plunge head first; our life is given us with our death – and we, when we are born, begin to die. Without an ounce of pity, death strikes all things, brings to nothing stars, and suns are quenched by her cold breath – destroyer of the universe.

Nothing smelled worse than the death of another human being. Not horses or cattle or rotten whales washed onto a beach. Human death was the smell of what hid in the future, waiting for you.

Here is America Now: smoke, greasy fumes, the friction of tire rubber, the memory of terrifying refineries with their rubbery rotten-egg smells.

There was a mattress in the small front yard and the smell of rotting food. The house looked like it needed some work, even in the forgiving glow of the streetlights. He'd done business over the years with the people-smuggling rackets and he couldn't believe this was what the immigrants were all so desperate to reach.

But a little contemplation of history will reveal that this feeling too will not last for long. Unless of course the feeling of things falling apart is itself massively entrenched, to the point of being the eternal or eternally recurrent individual human's reaction to history. Which may just mean the reinscription of the biological onto the historical, for we are all definitely always falling apart, and not massively entrenched in anything at all.

The thirties were zombie years. Civilization had been killed but it kept walking the Earth, staggering toward some fate even worse than death.

His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.

Det begyndte å komme rotne flækker i mit indre, sorte svamper som bredte sig mere og mere.