Quotes About Decay

I was realizing, for the first time, that everything goes on, turns gray, is ruined in the living. That there is no end to our story until death comes and the body decays.

Time is the speed at which the past decays.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.

Nor do they speak properly who say that time consumeth all things; for time is not effective, nor are bodies destroyed by it.

Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time.

Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

Every good time that goes on too long turns into a hell.

Waiting makes wine better; but waiting makes man decay! Don't wait because you have no time! Move fast!

El hombre es un museo de enfermedades, una residencia de impurezas; llega hoy y mañana ha desaparecido; empieza como barro y acaba como hedor (...)

The rot started

Some people ripen, some rot.

Rust is the failure of the work of man. The project, the venture, the experiment: failed, given up on, and not cleaned up after.

So this was all you got:the zooty sideburns and masturbator's pallor of an old Ted in a black suit and the secular obsequies.

La suciedad y la inmoralidad andan juntas. La mugre engendra enfermedad.

Arnold Toynbee has said that some twenty-six civilizations have risen upon the face of the earth. Almost all of them have descended into the junk heaps of destruction. The decline and fall of these civilizations, according to Toynbee, was not caused by external invasions but by internal decay. They failed to respond creatively to the challenges impinging upon them.

We were two years in the making and ten minutes in the destroying.

Of all ruins, that of a fine man is the saddest.

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.

She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.

She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, traveling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them. She thought of the city at night, of cities at night. Discarded constellations of old stars, fallen from the sky, rearranged on earth in patterns and pathways and towers.

Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.