Quotes About Decay

Human bodies are such garbage bags.

The trunks of date palms met as though they were corpses mangled by the ants that had penetrated their leaves, while scraps of ripe dates, strewn about beneath them, gave out a fermented smell mixed with that of the date palms and the water-sodden roots.

Its roof sagged and let in water when it rained, its walls groaned and let in wind when it blew, and its doors creaked and let in hypocrites when it suited.

I inhabit a weak, frail, decayed tenement; battered by the winds and broken in on by the storms, and, from all I can learn, the landlord does not intend to repair.

When learning stops, decay sets in.

Life passes, riches fly away, popularity is fickle, the senses decay, the world changes. One alone is true to us; One alone can be all things to us; One alone can supply our need.

After the last swallow, the glass walls, deprived of humidity, decompose rather quickly, obliging drinkers to order another round immediately.

it could take days before you knew that a Vegan round was germinating inside you, and weeks before your body began to blossom into death.

I see it, I taste it. All the contamination. The low-level radiation, the storage sites, the runoff. Every place is sick—there's sick everywhere

That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing. And then there shall be a fire that knows the naming of you, and in the presence of the strangling fruit, its dark flame shall acquire every part of you that remains.

Nor could I stop thinking of the perfect little biotech slaves that had paraded themselves around my special cake in the fancy restaurant. In my mind, they kept spiraling that cake for years, as it decayed into black mold and then nothing, and they had to keep trudging around that cake, around and around, singing, until they died in mid-step and their flesh rotted and then faded away, revealing their sad, delicate skeletons.

Jedynym rozwiÄ…zaniem dla Å›rodowiska naturalnego jest zaniedbanie, które wymaga naszego upadku.

This false return, this corrupted reunion. This end of everything.

Interferivamo con tutto, non lasciavamo stare nulla [...]. Non potevamo accettare che ci fosse qualcosa di intatto. [...] Non li lasciavamo stare neanche dopo la morte.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

At the street corner, a one-storey house built of freestone, but repulsively decrepit and filthy, seemed to command the entrance, like a gaol. And here, indeed, lived La Méchain, like a vigilant proprietess, ever on the watch, exploiting in person her little population of starving tenants.

Ever since the morning, Pierre had beheld many frightful sufferings in that woeful white train. But none had so distressed his soul as did that wretched female skeleton, liquefying in the midst of its lace and its millions.

Evet! Bu utanç verici gösteriyi izliyoruz, borçlar ve suçlar alt?nda ezilmiÅŸ kiÅŸiler suçsuz ilan ediliyor; buna kar??l?k onurun ta kendisi, yaÅŸam? lekesiz bir adam cezaland?r?l?yor. Bir toplum bu noktaya geldiÄŸi zaman, art?k çürümeye baÅŸlam?? demektir.

You'd never get Burle to behave decently. When a man sank as low as that, the only thing to do was to throw a spadeful of mud over him and get rid of him like the rotting carcass of some poisonous beast. And even if you shoved his nose in his own shit, he'd only start again the next day and end up stealing a few sous to buy sticks of barley sugar for lice-ridden little beggar-girls.

Per un istante, temendo di svenire a quell'odore di donna che ritrovava più caldo, moltiplicato, sotto il soffitto basso, si sedette sul bordo del divano imbottito, tra le due finestre. Ma si rialzò immediatamente, tornò accanto alla toeletta, senza guardare più niente, gli occhi vacui, ripensando a un mazzo di tuberose che una volta era appassito nella sua stanza e l'aveva fatto quasi morire. Le tuberose, quando si decompongono, hanno un odore umano.

invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think--refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed to decay.

Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust— Ruin is formal—Devil's work Consecutive and slow— Fail in an instant, no man did Slipping—is Crash's law.

Well, when do we act like sheep: when we act for the sake of the belly, or of our sex-organs, or at random, or in a filthy fashion, or without due consideration, to what level have we degenerated? To the level of sheep.

In recent years, historians have broken with the essentialist notion of Indians as noble primitives capable of change only as a form of decay. Rejecting that ahistorical fantasy, historians now define Indianness as an adaptability that interweaves tradition with innovation in a struggle for cultural survival in a transformed land.