Quotes About Decay

It was getting warmer. The dirty snow was pockmarked from the warm rain, and melting in patches to expose the slimy, yellowed grass beneath it; icicles cracked and plunged like daggers from the sharp peaks of the roofs.

At the silence, my heart went cold. Dead flowers stood rotting in the massive Chinese vases and a shut-up heaviness overweighed the room: the air almost too stale to breathe...It was a stillness I knew; this was a house closed in on itself when someone had died.

Chlorotic, with a sunken chest, he smoked incessantly, wore cheap shirts that had grayed in the wash, drank endless cups of sugary tea.

They want it all as detailed as possible because even the tiniest things mean something. Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life -- a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple -- the painter is giving you a secret message. He's telling you that living things don't last -- it's all temporary. Death in life. That's why they're called natures mortes. Maybe you don't see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, the little speck of rot. But if you look closer -- there it is.

Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don't realize it.

Every ruin is packed like a biscuit box.

the actual building was old and dilapidated and remained standing more out of habit than from any inherent structural integrity

Do you want me to sit in a corner and rust, or just fall apart where I'm standing?

La storia di tutte le maggiori civiltà galattiche tende ad attraversare tre fasi distinte ben riconoscibili, ovvero le fasi della Sopravvivenza, della Riflessione e della Decadenza, altrimenti dette fasi del Come, del Perché e del Dove. La prima fase, per esempio, è caratterizzata dalla domanda 'Come facciamo a procurarci da mangiare?', la seconda dalla domanda 'Perché mangiamo?' e la terza dalla domanda 'In quale ristorante pranziamo oggi?

Maybe people with weird haircuts are like structures that become interesting only after being wrecked - Florida ranch houses half-fallen into sinkholes; bankrupt malls; civilizations after a nuclear war. I feel a warm tragic glow knowing I may be of interest to the world only once I have been destroyed.

Today was the first day when I could really tell that summer was over. The cold air sparkled and the maple leaves were rotting, putting forth their lovely reek, like dead pancakes.

People don't change. They decay. They adopt ridiculous beliefs to pretend they have control over a world that is utterly indifferent to them. But they don't change.

But all was not well; a creeping rot—environmental, economic, and social—had been undermining its society for some time and would eventually lead to destruction.

number 118, oganesson. That element was only confirmed in 2002, and it lasts for just one five-hundredth of a second before decaying into something else.

In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.

Time is the best killer.

The rottenness comes from within.

If the foundations are rotten - everything's rotten.

In spite of its new gleaming paint, its alterations, it was in essence a tired old Victorian mansion. "I was wise to go," thought Mrs. Bantry. "Houses are like everything else. There comes a time when they've just had their day. This has had its day.

Smell goes up, not down. You'd notice a decaying body in the cellar much sooner than in the attic. And, anyway, for a long time people would think it was a dead rat.

It is not a dead society that we want to revive. We leave that to those who go in for exoticism. Nor is it the present colonial society that we wish to prolong, the most putrid carrion that ever rotted under the sun. It is a new society that we must create.

Când un bobârnac aleatoriu face s? se n?ruie castelul din c?r?i de joc, care s-ar fi putut surpa mult mai devreme sau mult mai târziu, descoperim peisajul postcomunist: mafio?i ?i semivagabonzi care nu mai au energie nici m?car s?-?i aminteasc?.

Darkness crumbled into gloom the next morning

A society like ours, which professes no one religion and has allowed all religions to decay, which indulges freedom to the point of license and individualism to the point of anarchy, needs all the support that responsible, cultivated homes can furnish. I hope your generation will provide a firmer shelter for civilized standards.