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Quotes About Decay

Indifference, Gundhalinu, is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it. It lets neglect and decay and monstrous injustice go unchecked. It doesn't act, it allows. And that's what gives it so much power.
~ Joan D. Vinge
An insane impatience for death was driving mankind to a second suicide, even before the full effect of the first had been felt.
~ Anna Kavan
I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.
~ Anne Sexton
Our bodies were trash. We leave them on the shore.
~ Anne Sexton
Houses need humans," Red said. "You all should know that. Oh, sure, humans cause wear and tear—scuffed floors and stopped-up toilets and such—but that's nothing compared to what happens when a house is left on its own. It's like the heart goes out of it. It sags, it slumps, it starts to lean toward the ground.
~ Anne Tyler
She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)
~ Annette Meyers
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
~ Charles Baudelaire
Bodily decay is gloomy in prospect, but of all human contemplations the most abhorrent is body without mind.
~ Thomas Jefferson
The effects of their drinks had now entered on that secondary stage, vividly described in temperance handbooks, when the momentary illusion of well-being and exhilaration gives place to melancholy, indigestion and moral decay.
~ Evelyn Waugh
Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay. And just as any period decays in our minds, the things of that period should decay too, and in that way they're preserved for a while in the few hearts like mine that react to them. Trying to preserve a century by keeping its relics up to date is like keeping a dying man alive by stimulants.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and riding smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
This was a valley of ashes – a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Astfel alunecam spre moarte,prin amurgul din care caldura zilei pierea treptat.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of ash-gray men who move dimly and already crumbling though the powdery air.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
He had mourned each of those great trains as, one by one, they were pulled off the lines and left to rust in some yard, like old aristocrats, fading away; antique relics of times gone by.
~ Fannie Flagg
O resto é a vida que nos deixa, a chama que morre no nosso olhar, a púrpura gasta antes de a vestirmos, a lua que vela o nosso abandono, as estrelas que estendem o seu silêncio sobre a nossa hora de desengano. Assídua a mágoa estéril e amiga que nos aperta o peito com amor. (Meu destino é a decadência)
~ Fernando Pessoa
Isto está tudo decadente: já nem decadentes há.
~ Fernando Pessoa
Mankind is a postponed corpse that breeds.
~ Fernando Pessoa
Compuestos de células vivas y en desagregación, estamos hechos de muerte.
~ Fernando Pessoa
The beauty of ruins? That they're no longer good for anything.
~ Fernando Pessoa
Disasters in novels are always beautiful because no real blood is shed in them, nor do the dead rot; in novels, not even rottenness is rotten.
~ Fernando Pessoa
La Decadencia es la pérdida total de la inconsciencia, pues la inconsciencia es el fundamento de la vida. Si el corazón pudiera pensar, se detendría.
~ Fernando Pessoa