Quotes About Decay

Nothing is like it used to be, lady," he said. "The world is almost rotten.

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it.

A lot of my designs are inspired by the 1930s, when people were fabulous at dressing up. Then it just all kind of fell away.

He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.

Often in gothic novels there's a large house, an estate, and it's symbolic of that culture. Usually it's sort of moldering or rotted or something, and sometimes it's a whole community.

Tonight the city is full of morgues, and all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls, as we walk out among the manure. That's why I pay no mind.

Why not upset the apple cart? If you don't, the apples will rot anyway.

The world is increasing in wickedness.

The interval between the decay of the old and the formation and establishment of the new constitutes a period of transition which must always necessarily be one of uncertainty, confusion, error, and wild and fierce fanaticism.

Every form of government tends to perish by excess of its basic principle.

I was a terrible Sugar Babies addict, so I had more cavities than the surface of the moon.

the crushed carcasses of slugs and frogs mixing with the Cretaceous carbons of tar give the road an organic glaze.

Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something (All The King's Men)

Decadence begins with the loss of restraint.

Alas! there comes the time when man will no longer launch the arrow of his longing beyond man…. Lo! I show you the last man. The earth has become small and on it hops the last man who makes everything small. His species is ineradicable like the ground flea; the last man lives longest.

Most of Seakirk's inhabitants were indifferent to the spectacle of corruption in high places and low, the gambling, the gang wars, the teen-age drinking. They were used to the sight of their roads crumbling, their ancient water mains bursting, their power plants breaking down, their decrepit old buildings falling apart, while the bosses built bigger homes, longer swimming pools and warmer stables. People were used to it.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

It filled my head, that muttering sound, like thick oily smoke from a fat-rendering vat or an odour of noisome decay. And as I lay and tossed about, the voice in my ears seemed more distinct, and I began to understand the words he had muttered. They came to me slowly as if I had forgotten them, and at last I could make some sense out of the sounds. It was this: "Have you found the Yellow Sign?" "Have you found the Yellow Sign?" "Have you found the Yellow Sign?

Todo cae por su propio peso, no sé si se entenderá el término caer por su propio peso, imaginaos una estatua hecha de mierda que se hunde lentamente en el desierto, bueno, eso es caer por su propio peso".

Above the street, like a hanged man, swings the spot-lit sign of the neighborhood's best restaurant, closed a long time ago.

Ivanov's breath smelled of vodka and sewers, sour and heavy, like something rotting, reminiscent of empty houses near swamps, nightfall at four in the afternoon, vapors rising from the sickly grass and fogging the dark windows. A horror film, thought Ansky. Where everything has come to a halt, and it comes to a halt because it knows it's lost.

Toda la casa, durante mis incursiones en busca de la caja fuerte, parecía viva. Viva en la dejadez, viva en el abandono. Pero viva.

nuestra relación se iba apagando con la velocidad ¿de qué?, de algo que se apaga muy rápido, las luces de una fábrica al acabar la jornada o mejor las luces de un edificio de oficinas, por ejemplo, presurosas de integrarse en el anonimato de la noche.

the nuclear family from across the street, which, as a result of decay, truly did have 2.5 kids;