Quotes About Decay

One broken window, left unrepaired for any substantial length of time, instills in the inhabitants of the building a sense of abandonment—a sense that the powers that be don't care about the building. So another window gets broken. People start littering. Graffiti appears. Serious structural damage begins. In a relatively short span of time, the building becomes damaged beyond the owner's desire to fix it, and the sense of abandonment becomes reality.

Las palabras son hijas de la carne y como tales se pudren si se las guarda encerradas.

Old Delhi does not change. It only decays. My students tell me it is a great cemetery, every house a tomb. Nothing but sleeping graves. Now [i]New[/i] Delhi, they say is different. That is where things happen. The way they describe it, it sounds like a nest of fleas. So much happens there, it must be a jumping place. I never go. Baba never goes. And here, here nothing happens at all.

Old Delhi does not change. It only decays. My students tell me it is a great cemetery, every house a tomb. Nothing but sleeping graves. Now New Delhi, they say is different. That is where things happen. The way they describe it, it sounds like a nest of fleas. So much happens there, it must be a jumping place. I never go. Baba never goes. And here, here nothing happens at all.

We have become the charnel house of the Western World.

The deterioration of a government begins almost always by the decay of its principles.

When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.

I always try to be alert to the potential for repetition, for a decaying orbit with regard to my use of technique, etc.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

It's so sweet, I feel like my teeth are rotting when I listen to the radio.

Let him make rimes for the vultures.

Is it really so bad if no mound is built over your bones, and you are tossed out unburied? What odds does it make if you are cremated, exposed to be eaten by dogs or ravens, or consumed underground by worms?

Back out of all this now too much for us,Back in a time made simple by the lossOf detail, burned, dissolved, and broken offLike graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,There is a house that is no more a houseUpon a farm that is no more a farmAnd in a town that is no more a town.

No self-respecting blowfly wants to lay eggs in acid.

Mathematics has given economics rigor, but alas, also mortis.

Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of NYC," Berkowitz wrote, "and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed on the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks.

The house stank; a stench all its own pervaded every corner. It was a threnody in the key of Cat minor, with a ground-bass of Old Dog, and modulations of old people, waning lives, and relinquished hopes.

pole. Denise followed, her eyes rapidly exploring the interior which was completely tiled; walls, ceiling and floor. The tiles had once been white; now they were an indeterminate gray. The room was thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. Parked in rows on each side were old wooden carts with wheels the size of those on a bicycle. Down the center of the room was an open lane. Each cart supported a shrouded corpse.

Evil is a kind of oblivion, having destroyed everything on its way there.

You making haste haste on decay...

The main point, it seems to me, is to maintain a life of active risk and affection, while helping the body along the path of decay, remembering always that the value of life does not consist in its length but in its depth.

In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay...

Literature is like phosphorus: it shines with its maximum brilliance and the moment when it attempts to die.

Audibility decays according to the inverse square law. Twice the distance, the sound gets four times as quiet. Four times the distance, sixteen times as quiet.