Quotes About Decay

Your soul may be the epitome of putrescent decay, but apart from minor scarring you know perfectly well that you are quite decadently appealing. His pale eyes widened, and then he explored in laughter. I don't know which enchants me more, putrescent decay or decadently appealing.

I'm falling into disrepair

I feel the place is falling apart on me, but Mrs. Scarlatti says not to worry. It always looks like that, she says. Life is a continual shoring up, she says, against one thing and another just eroding and crumbling away. I'm beginning to think she's right.

To dust is only to forestall burial

Predators and prey and ruin—it's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

He saw a picture in his mind of a terrible piling up of the dead. It came from his contemplation of the church, but it had its own clarity: the row on row, the deep rotting earth hollowed out to hold them, while the efforts of the living, with all their works and wars and great buildings, were no more than the beat of a wing against the weight of time.

Lifeless corpses

India is not an underdeveloped country but a highly developed one in an advanced state of decay.

He foresaw the moral and political decay that would see a culture entranced by celebrity and reality television elect Donald Trump to the presidency. He called on us, always, to resist.

Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad. Lies rot and stink up the joint.

The shelf life of molecules is very short. Ninety-eight percent of all the atoms in my body are gone by next year.

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.

At some point, don't voters start to see all of public life as one big polluted river? And if they do, don't they stop saying things like "That's a busted tire floating by" and "That's an old shoe"?

Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve.

Life was a fool's errand, carrying news to the worms.

We are bound to expire. Even metal which is sturdiest, rusts. Even oxygen, the breath of life, soon transpires.

The complacent, the self-indulgent, the soft societies are about to be swept away with the debris of history.

The Night is mother of the Day,The Winter of the Spring,And ever upon old DecayThe greenest mosses cling.

It's about growth versus decay, activity versus inactivity. The body was designed to be pushed, and in pushing our bodies we push our brains too. Learning and memory evolved in concert with the motor functions that allowed our ancestors to track down food, so as far as our brains are concerned, if we're not moving, there's no real need to learn anything.

which would leave the body in its natural state." This it singularly failed to do. From time to time appalling eructations were heard coming from the coffin, and during the lying in state the smell was such that one of the attendant Swiss Guards fainted. Meanwhile, the nose fell off.

Er setzte sich auf ein fadenscheiniges Sofa.

When you see as many dead as I do they begin to blur into one colossal corpse. The world-carcass.

the abandonment of a belief in objective values can cause, at least temporarily, a decay of subjective concern and sense of purpose. That it does so is evidence that the people in whom this reaction occurs have been tending to objectify their concerns and purposes, have been giving them a fictitious external authority. A claim to objectivity has been so strongly associated with their subjective concerns and purposes that the collapse of the former seems to undermine the latter as well.

This earth is only the grave and Golgotha wherein all things that live must rot.