Quotes About Decay

There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance.

Pronto llegó noviembre con su pálido aliento de lunas y hojas muertas.

Let people of our time talk about these things with condescension as if they were anachronistic and antihistorical; we know that this is an alibi for their defeat. Let us leave modern men to their "truths" and let us only be concerned about one thing: to keep standing amid a world of ruins.

Mankind had built a world that would take hundred years to die. A century for the last lights to go out.

All was a ruin, yet the world did not seem to know or care. In

We search for ourselves in our surroundings, and everything I saw was either brand-new or falling apart. Most

There were no milestones in the Copper Country. Often a traveler could only measure the progress of a journey by the time it took to get from each spoiled or broken thing to the next: a half-day's walk from a dry well to the muzzle of a cannon poking out of a sand-slope, two hours to reach the skeletons of a man and a mule. The land was losing its battle with time. Ancient and exhausted, it visited decrepitude on everything within its bounds, as though out of spleen.

Evil will destroy itself.

We see then how far the monuments of wit and learning are more durable than the monuments of power, or of the hands. For have not some books continued twenty-five hundred years or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, and cities have been decayed and demolished?

The current dysfunction and decay of the American political system is

hoy los comediantes y bufones encabezan a varias naciones. Cuando un bufón representa a una nación y la comanda, algo está podrido en esa sociedad.

Dust represents the disintegration of the universe.

Given this conjunction of circumstances, it is little wonder that the story of the last centuries of Roman power is a long tale of pestilence.

If nationalism is truly the hallmark of a people in the prime of its youth and energies, how does it happen that under its aegis morality decays, ancient customs die out—that men are uprooted, the steadfast derided, the thoughtful branded, the rivers poisoned, and the forests destroyed?

The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.

Ten years was not enough. Stone should not crumble after just a decade of neglect. The filth should not have piled up so quickly—not with so few inhabitants, most of whom were incapacitated. It was as if Elantris were intent on dying, a city committing suicide.

La suciedad no tendría que haberse amontonado tan rápidamente, con con tan pocos habitantes, la mayoría de los cuales estaban incapacitados. Era como si Elantris estuviera empeñada en morir, una ciudad suicida».

This is going to be about zombies. I'm calling it now.

the remnants of a person's life inevitably ended up at the nearest dump.

Yesterday I was influenced with the rottenness of human relations. They appeared full of death and decay, and offended the nostrils.

The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

The summer had turned, the summer had gone; the autumn had dropped upon Bly and had blown out half our lights. The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance--all strewn with crumpled playbills.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

The cancer of time is eating us away