Quotes About Decay

Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.

il y a ce qui subsiste d'une usine dont le cœur atomique est en feu depuis trois cent soixante-deux ans.

Alegría infantil en los rincones de las ciudades muertas!... ¡Y algo nuestro de ayer, que todavía vemos vagar por estas calles viejas!

All wise words are falling apart in our wicked world.

El desierto] que parece recordar de todo lo que le ha pasado, que recuerda y que termina por destruir todo lo que le pasa.

A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within.

Civilizations die from suicide, not by murder.

I think the suicides in my first book came from the idea of growing up in Detroit. If you grow up in a city like that you feel everything is perishing, evanescent and going away very quickly.

Leaking tunnels, congested roads, rusting bridges, and aging railways often mean one thing: lost opportunity from delays and cancellations.

It's funny; people in Europe seem more interested in decay in America than Americans.

If you got maggots in your brain, everything you think is gonna be rotten.

Karl stood up slowly. He was caked with filth, but the dirt was nothing to him. He felt divorced from the squalor. He and Kristian were spectres glimpsed only by the dying.

Inaction is followed by stagnation. Stagnation is followed by pestilence and pestilence is followed by death.

But meanwhile my store-bought arteries were slowly hardening, and every day six thousand cells were dying in my irreplaceable brain; and meanwhile stars slowed in their flight and the universe dragged itself toward its ultimate entropic death, and meanwhile - Meanwhile everything, if you stopped to think of it, was skidding downhill. And I never gave any of it a thought.

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Corruption is just a rude word for the autumn of a people.

But the petty thought is like a fungus: it crawls and cringes and wants to be nowhere—until the whole body is rotten and withered with little fungi.

If this is not an age of decay and declining vitality, it is at least one of headlong and arbitrary experimentation:— and it is probable that a superabundance of bungled experiments should create an overall impression as of decay— and perhaps even decay itself.

Due to its lack of tranquillity, our civilisation is heading toward a new barbarism.

The wasteland grows.

As for civilization, it stinks.

The priest must not postpone this union with the Holy Spirit to a more convenient season (Acts 24:25). If he neglects growth, decay sets in. There comes a time when it is too late to repent, even to ask for a drop of water to 'cool my tongue' (Lk 16:24).

ils vont à dépenser je sais pas combien de millions pour des bateaux qui se font couler, pour des avions qui prennent en feu, pour des tanks qui durent pas trois jours. L'argent s'en va pour la destruction pis se détruit lui-même.

For not only every democracy, but certainly every republic, bears within itself the seeds of its own destruction.