Quotes About Decay

Ik begreep opeens dat er geen tussenweg was tussen niet-bestaan en deze weemakende overdadigheid. Als je bestond, moest je *bestaan tot op dat punt*, tot aan de verschimmeling, het zwellen, tot aan de obsceniteit. In een andere wereld behouden cirkels, melodieën, hun zuivere, strakke lijnen. Maar het bestaan is een aftakelingsproces.

New York makes one think of the collapse of civilization, about Sodom and Gomorrah, the end of the world. The end wouldn't come as a surprise here. Many people already bank on it.

He chased ruin and death even harder than he had chased women. He blew his talent and his health and reached home, the grave, in a dusty slide.

True. All too true. I have never been at home in life. All my decay has taken place upon a child.

You must take your chance on what you are. And you can't sit still. I know this double poser, that if you make a move you may lose but if you sit still you will decay. But what will you lose? You will not invent better than God or nature or turn yourself into the man who lacks no gift or development before you make the move. This is not given to us.

shrunken passages of his body. And then the body, too – ah, God! – wastes away; and leaves its bones, and even the bones at last wear away and crumble to dust in that shallow place of deposit. And thus humanized, this planet in its galaxy of stars and worlds goes from void to void, infinitesimal, aching with its unrelated significance.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

humanity is a cancer on the body of the world

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.

It is by avoiding the rapid decay into the inert state of 'equilibrium' that an organism appears so enigmatic."* The

The killers are the people who are ruining the world to line their pockets, poisoning us, burying us under garbage!

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.

The fact that the outer man decays from day to day does not hurt the believers' true Life. It even helps its growth, because the inner

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude. Where the flower in green darkness buds, blossoms, and fades, Unseen of all shepherds and flower-loving maids— The hermit bees find them but once and away. There I'll bury alive and in silence decay.

We're the world's leading producer of serial killers. It's a sign of sickness, is what it is. We're sick and weak and these killers are like a cancer inside us: the faster we grow, the quicker they multiply.

There's a kind of evil that isn't even in opposition to good, because good is an irrelevance to it. It's a foulness that's right at the heart of existence, born with the stuff of the universe. It's in the decay to which all things tend. It is, and it always will be, but in dying we leave it behind." "And while we're alive?" "We set our souls against it, and our saints and angels, too.

I could not live without seasons, for in seasons are reflected in the rhythms of our existence: of birth and maturity, or decline and decay, yet always with the promise of renewal for those who remain.

Life seemed entirely composed of weeping faces, old men sneaking up bedroom-stairs, tombstones with spittle trickling down, and black-edged calling-cards. He felt as if the First Cause of the Universe were a small, malignant grub, radiating a deadly blight in withering, centrifugal air-waves!

A very civilized thing, glass—almost an index of civilization. When civilization retreats, it leaves behind broken glass.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay...

The world's whole sap is sunk

All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All human things are subject to decay,And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obeyThis Flecknoe found, who like Augustus youngWas call'd to empire, and had govern'd longIn prose and verse, was own'd, without disputeThrough all the realms of nonsense, absolute.