Quotes About Decay

Centralia, a mining town in Pennsylvania made uninhabitable by an underground fire that began in 1962 and is still burning today (the road into town bears the graffiti legend "Welcome to Hell");

Centralia, a mining town in Pennsylvania made uninhabitable by an underground fire that began in 1962 and is still burning today (the road into town bears the graffiti legend "Welcome to Hell"); and Gilman in Colorado, a lead-mining town closed because of ground toxicity.

I'm trying to photograph an old offshore oil city that is lying in decay in the Caspian Sea, but I've been having a hard time getting there.

The bad thing about galvanized pipes is they rust, and over the years they can get corroded. It's just kinda gross.

When a wall is slowly covered over by earth, the materials it's made from decay and become part of the soils around and above it, sometimes causing vegetation above and next to the wall to grow faster or slower. Satellite imagery helps archaeologists to pick up these subtle changes.

I thought Obama was in a position to do some things. I thought 2008 was a turning point in history, with him and the Wall Street crash happening at the same time, but you just learn that those entrenched powers were really entrenched; those decayed institutions were really decayed.

The burnt odor in Washington is from the disintegrating authority of the governing classes.

The flesh is but a sack of goo, a feast for worms to delve into. Remember, mortal, as you strive, that you, ambitious goo, must also die.

Won't let the creeping ivy Won't let the nervous bury me Our veins are thin Our rivers poisoned We want the sweet meat We want the young blood

He says in dirty hands flowers will die.

It is the day of the Dantons, and the Marats, the day of the rabble. The reins of government will be tossed to the populace, or else the populace, drunk with the conceit with which the Dantons and the Marats have filled it, will seize the reins by force. Chaos must follow, and a despotism of brutes and apes, a government of the whole by its lowest parts. It cannot endure, because unless a nation is ruled by its best elements it must wither and decay.

La luna es un banco de metáforas arruinado.

All day Ben had felt surrounded by signs too secret to interpret: the dance of decaying leaves in the air, the long shadows where the autumn chill lurked like winter biding its time, a sun which looked swollen with blood as the mist dragged it down beyond the unconvincing cut-out shapes the houses had become.

the dead leaves blowing about his legs like brittle, papery demons sucked dry of all power, impuissant and doomed to crumble.

nepotism and despotism will lasts only for a short while. For like a dead fish in the heat of the mid-day sun it is bound to rot and spoil

También es cierto que se dejó encandilar, como tantos otros, por la engañosa armonía de la derrota, por el encanto y el olor de esas flores que se marchitan hermosas en la imaginación pero que se pudren siniestras en las manos

Se huomasi, että jokin sen sisällä kului - se ihan oikeasti huomasi sen - niin kuin taskulampun paristo. Sille puhuttiin lentokentistä ja pesukoneista, mutta se pystyi ajattelemaan vain hirmumyrskyjä.

Something's died in me," she goes. "It took a long time for it to do it, but it's dead. You've killed something, just like you'd took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

It is not a fragrant world.

Today every city, town, or village is affected by it. We have entered the Neon Civilization and become a plastic world.. It goes deeper than its visual manifestations, it affects moral matters; we are engaged, as astrophysicists would say, on a decaying orbit.

Blight is like a cancer. This is one of those all-or-nothing things.

My brain cells are dying in their trillions.

I suppose I am gently cynical about notions of who we think we are, but I certainly don't hate my fellow man. I think my cinema, although it might often deal with death and decay, is highly celebratory.

You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.