Quotes About Decay

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

New York horses were driven until they expired, and as many as a hundred horses collapsed daily in the streets. It was often a matter of days before the carcasses could be hauled away, and the odor of decaying horseflesh added its own pungency to the city air. In the 1880's, meanwhile, New Yorkers were only beginning to get used to the luxury of paved streets in certain areas. Forty-second

One thing about Idaho: it don't look good if it's not riddled with bullet holes.

Sometimes I stare into a pool of piss, I see my reflection, I picture a hole in my face, there's nothing there, it's vanished. I watch the maggots turn to flies, and they fly off with bits of flesh from my body. I attempt to wipe it clear from my mind, but the nice thoughts get swallowed up. I can't think nice for too long…it would destroy me.

The trustiest rule of social disintegration: bars burn last.

It was like a fingernail on a dead man's hand that kept growing when all other life had ceased.

When I say that life is like an onion, I mean this: if you don't do anything with it, it goes rotten. So far, that's no different from other vegetables. But when an onion goes bad, it can either do it from the inside, or the outside. So sometimes you see one that looks good, but the core is rotten. Other times, you can see a bad spot on it, but if you cut that out, the rest is fine. Tastes sharp, but that's what you paid for, isn't it?

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

Your words smell of corpses.

When I first went to university, I did a big shop with my dad. We bought loads of stuff but it didn't occur to me that I needed to refrigerate it, so I just put it in my room. I remember thinking, 'What's that smell coming from under the bed?' It was a bag of potatoes. How long does it take for a potato to rot? Months!

Everything that lives, it seems, must play host to the germ of its own dissolution.

Unfortunately, stupidity, like rust and weeds and lies and mould, tends to spread.

To be brutally honest, all these men were falling apart, hair by hair and tooth by tooth, like over-used pieces of equipment, like tools bought cheap for a job that would outlast them. While

The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.

Her y?l biraz daha içler ac?s? bir ÅŸekilde çürüyen bir tenin seyrine güçsüz ve altüst olmuÅŸ bir ÅŸekilde ÅŸahitlik ettiÄŸini bildiÄŸimiz Bataille, tene en ÅŸiddetli ve en ac?mas?z kaderi biçen metinleri meditasyon diye seçer.

So the crush withered and died the way things that aren't being fed usually do.

rust never sleeps

Oh, soltanto colui che è stato vinto sa che significhi questa parola! Essa assomiglia a una sera in una casa in cui si sia guastata la luce elettrica, assomiglia a una stanza sulle cui tappezzerie si diffonde una muffa verde piena di vita insana. Assomiglia a dei bambini rachitici indemoniati, all'olio marcio, a una bestemmia oscena pronunciata da voci femminili nell'oscurità. Insomma, assomiglia alla morte.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.

Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they too, fade away.

Smrt ima dva vida: ona je nebivanje, ali i strašna stvarna okolnost leša. [...] Biti leš, to je nepodnošljiva uvreda. Još prije nekoliko sekundi biti ljudsko bi?e koje je branilo svoj stid, posve?enost golotinje i intimitet, a zatim tek sekunda smrti da bi naše tijelo odjednom bilo na raspolaganju bilo kome, da ga se može razgolititi, razrezati, pregledavati mu utrobu gadljivo za?epljena nosa zbog njezinog smrada, gurnuti u hladnjak ili u vatru.

É verdade que os cupins da redução desde sempre atacam a vida humana: até o maior amor acaba se reduzindo a um esqueleto de lembranças raquíticas.

Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.

Voi rakkaanisydän on kylmäja sammalta käteni kasvaaMinun reiteni mullassa hajoovat maaksiJa haudalla risti jo lahona on.Olen maa.Olen maa johon tahdot.