Quotes About Decay

What holds true for the individual holds true for a society. It is never static; if it does not grow, it decays; if it does not transcend the status quo for the better, it changes for the worse. Often we, the individual or the people who make up a society, have the illusion we could stand still and not alter the given situation in the one or the other direction. This is one of the most dangerous illusions. The moment we stand still, we begin to decay.

Life. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.

A government for protecting the coarser interests of the body, business and bread only, is but a carcass, and soon falls by its own corruption to decay.

A government, for protecting business only, is but a carcass, and soon falls by its own corruption and decay.

Moons decay. Stars explode. That leaves me where I am. All alone in an empty room.

If these were the foresmellings, I expected nothing less than fully ripe putrescence by, say, ten o'clock.

The pears are pale with faint brown spotting. I reach out and press. The point at which ripeness crosses over into decay is unperceivable. Only the fact remains. The slightly overly sweet, acrid stench. The soft yielding flesh. The discoloration.

A rotten fish spoils all the fish in the basket.

Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age

Peste Occident cre?te iedera cimitirelor. Iedera vorbelor care-a ucis via?a.

Governments everywhere that are unable to guarantee equitable growth and social welfare have suffered a fatal decay of legitimacy.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

My play is the ultimate expression of my feeling of the twilight of Western civilization.

The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.

When I look at cities now, I don't see them in the present. This is the decaying infrastructure of our existing cities. Years from now, none of this is going to be here. New cities are going to rise.

If those communities are left to decay, this city will decay.

Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.

We may seem competent, but by the end of next century there will be new deserts, new ruins.

Cities are made for enemies to destroy.

Death was terribly durable. It was the sturdiest idea around. A body was dead, and before long it wasn't even a body anymore, it was just elements. But it was still dead.

The front door had been secure at some point in time, I suppose, but now it usually hung ajar by a few inches, the gap?toothed grin of a dirty old man.

You have much in common with bad chicken salad...Nausea inducing occasionally deadly. A smell that is decidedly off...

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.

There are no beautiful houses in England now. Only ruins, mental homes, and Government offices.