Quotes About Decay

It was the language that left us first. The Great Migration of words. When people spoke they punched each other in the mouth. There was no vocabulary for love. Women became masculine and could no longer give birth to warmth or a simple caress with their lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities like fog smothering everything in sight. My ears begged for camouflage and the chance to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of how we sound.

I lie in my darkened room. Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

So abased, so monotonous is everything that meets the eye, that when the Ganges comes down it might be expected to wash the excrescence back into the soil. Houses do fall, people are drowned and left rotting, but the general outline of the town persists, welling here, shrinking there, like some low but indestructible form of life.

Houses have their own ways of dying, falling as variously as the generations of men, some with a tragic roar, some quietly, but to an after-life in the city of ghosts, while from others—and thus was the death of Wickham Place—the spirit slips before the body perishes . . . By September it was a corpse, void of emotion, and scarcely hallowed by the memories of thirty years of happiness.

But, once in the open air, she paused. Some emotion - pity, terror, love, but the emotion was strong - seized her, and she was aware of autumn. Summer was ending, and the evening brought her odours of decay, the more pathetic because they were reminiscent of spring. That something or other mattered intellectually? A leaf, violently agitated, danced past her, while other leaves lay motionless. That the earth was hastening to re-enter darkness, and the shadows of those trees over Windy Corner?

This famous building had arisen, that was doomed. To-day Whitehall had been transformed; it would be the turn of Regent Street to-morrow. And month by month the roads smelt more strongly of petrol, and were more difficult to cross, and human beings heard each other speak with greater difficulty, breathed less of the air, and saw less of the sky. Nature withdrew; the leaves were falling by midsummer; the sun shone through dirt with an admired obscurity.

And so with the mouldy artificial fruit, so with the bath water that began to stink, so with the defective rhymes that the poetry machine had taken to emit. All were bitterly complained of at first, and then acquiesced in and forgotten. Things went from bad to worse unchallenged. It was otherwise with the failure of the sleeping apparatus. That was a more serious stoppage.

Leisure tends to corrupt, and absolute leisure corrupts absolutely.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time hath made.

Es posible que tenga algo que ver con el trópico, aquí todo madura y se descompone con facilidad. Nada persiste.

De mi cuerpo en descomposición crecerán flores, yo estaré en ellas, y eso es la eternidad

Shine, perishing republic.

Decay is inherent in all component things! Work out your salvation with diligence.

All our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf.

Of all the classes that stand face to face with the bourgeoisie today, the proletariat alone is a really revolutionary class. The other classes decay and finally disappear in the race of modern industry; the proletariat is its special and essential product.

el silbido del jardinero, más lejano, destruía alhelíes y tulipanes en la tranquilidad sin remordimiento de los robles, yo preocupada por que el jardín no se convirtiese en una fosa común de flores difuntas

Somos ele e eu Sandokans de meia idade, pensou o médico, em que a aventura consiste em decifrar a página necrológica do jornal na esperança de que a omissão do nosso nome nos garanta estarmos vivos. E vamos entretanto partindo aos pedaços, por fracções, o cabelo, o apêndice, a vesicula, alguns dentes, como encomendas desmontáveis

Une pendule inlocalisable perdue parmi les ténèbres des armoires laissait s'égoutter des heures étouffées dans un quelconque couloir lointain encombré de malles de bois précieux et conduisant à des chambres raides et humides où le cadavre de Proust flottait encore, éparpillant dans l'air raréfié un relent usé d'enfance.

Movies make you think civilization will end fast, like with aliens and explosions, but really it'll end slow. Ours is already ending, it's just ending too slow for people to notice.

The entropy of a closed system never decreases. Every process must by law decay.

Movies make you think civilization will end fast, like with aliens and explosions, but really it'll end slow. Ours is already ending, it's just ending too slow for people to notice.

he smokes so much it as if he is turning himself into ash.

It's dirty and wormholed, colonized with mold, as though fungal hyphae, time, and water have collaborated to make an erasure poem.