Quotes About Decay

he could see the darkness pulse, and the smell of decay had thickened to a stench.

Kulp saw something crumbling into ruins behind the lad's light-blue eyes.

His brittle, yellowed bones were splintered, crushed and shattered.

Love is a dog rolling on a dead fish.

Indolence takes many forms, but it comes to every civilization that has outlived its will.

Our universe will not see out its days by barrelling towards some big, climactic, Revelations-style ending, but by slouching through an increasingly meaningless jumble of dispersing elements, then limping on towards the most bland, uniform, entirely generic middle you can possibly imaginable, and dying there.

Consider all the mortals that populated the earth before us, generation upon generation, extending back through countless centuries. All are dead, all turned to dust—so many, one wonders how the earth has room to hold them all.

He, like dead Rephain, was one of those bright blooms that grow quickly flaccid on the vine, eaten by decay in an evening's rain.

A tainted fruit; he should be allowed to rot in peace.

He sensed its great age beneath his feet and even now, closing his eyes upon the busy street, fancied he could sense its previous incarnations, when the streets had been merely mud. Perhaps it had always been filthy.

Magrast, so huge and busy, had un-nerved Khaster and Valraven at first. They were used to the wild, free air of Caradore. Here they found enclosed spaces, areas of decay and poverty, where the air was almost unbearable. High walls enclosed them, and a forest of bleak turrets, immense domes, elegant spires.

The multitude of slowly shrivelling corpses that peopled the vault, slid softly to powder in a soulless void.

It was best to shun such places. But the places summoned, as if they yearned for his observation, as if, without it, they would not be real in this world, or would decay. Sometimes they had birthed new myths for him to catalogue.

The most cruel thing about life, she thought, was not the fact that you aged and decayed, but that you appreciated youth and vitality only when it was too late.

I think this illustrates succinctly what the Magravandian kings have become," Tayven said. "Moldy, stagnant, rotten, and dank.

Crumbling walls, adorned by basalt demons designed to frighten away invaders, cupped the wine cloaked marble villas and temples.

Even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust.

It is not a fragrant world.

On the soft bed of luxury many kingdoms have expired.

or, aici st? toat? mizeria È™i toat? fascinaÈ›ia dragostei, în descompunerea aceasta lent? a dou? fiinÈ›e strânse împreun?...

During that time, The Mouth came by to pray with us, and my dad began to spend his evenings sitting in the yellow lawn chair and staring at the highway, or down in the basement with his isotope material, finding comfort in the stability that's created from decay.

Someday you will die somehow and something's gonna steal your carbon.

The ruins proclaim the building was beautiful.

War would soon erode the facade of their building as though it had accelerated time itself, a day's toll outpacing that of a decade.