Quotes About Decay

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

The real world is simply too terrible to admit. it tells man that he is a small trembling animal who will someday decay and die. Culture changes all of this,makes man seem important,vital to the universe. immortal in some ways

The rest of the trailer reeked of cat piss and abject poverty.

We lived in the Portland Avenue Stacks, a sprawling hive of discolored tin shoeboxes rusting on the shores of I-40, just west of Oklahoma City's decaying skyscraper core.

It's the year 2044, and the real world has become an ugly place. We're out of oil. we've wrecked the climate. Famine, poverty and disease are widespread.

We must die without much delay, and corpses may not require such expansive wrappings, in order to go the way of all flesh.

In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it.

LIVING MATTER EVADES THE DECAY TO EQUILIBRIUM

How does the living organism avoid decay? The obvious answer is: By eating, drinking, breathing and (in the case of plants) assimilating. The technical term is metabolism. The Greek word () means change or exchange. Exchange of what?

It is by avoiding the rapid decay into the inert state of 'equilibrium' that an organism appears so enigmatic;

How would we express in terms of the statistical theory the marvellous faculty of a living organism, by which it delays the decay into thermodynamical equilibrium (death)? We said before: 'It feeds upon negative entropy', attracting, as it were, a stream of negative entropy upon itself, to compensate the entropy increase it produces by living and thus to maintain itself on a stationary and fairly low entropy level.

to the West the trains are falling apart like Marilyn Monroe

Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver, gastos, como animais envelhecidos: se alguém chama por nós não respondemos, se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos, como frutos de sombra sem sabor, vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.

There are times when I feel that the only real aptitude of our species is that we can ruin anything.

Today I noticed a slim bar of soap lodged deep in the throat of the sink. My fingers can't reach that far down the drain. It is leaching away into the water, every day.

I've always liked hardware stores. All the glues and the garbage pails and the adzes and insect zappers. Makes you feel good. Some people think hardware stores are testaments to decay. Proofs that the creation exists to unmake itself, that everything's heading drainward. Negative. Just take a look, and all those stores are arguing precisely the opposite - that the world can be made better, significantly better, in, like, endless numbers of ways. They're seriously optimistic places—

That contagion idea is so relevant and shows how quickly civilization could self-destruct.

I'm fascinated by the ruins and remains of industrialisation.

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.

Our life is like th' unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer's cloudy days, Our riches fleet as swift as thought; Faith in the One Supreme Alone will bear us o'er the gulfs Of Being's stormy stream.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.

We're organisms; we're conceived, we're born, we live, we die, and we decay. But as we decay we feed the world of the living: plants and bugs and bacteria.

black, and become infested with maggots—thus the inability to sit astride

What is Mozart doing right now? A. He is decomposing.