Quotes About Decay

I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

Nothing gives a sadder sense of decay than this loss or suspension of the power to deal with unaccustomed things, and to keep up with the swiftness of the passing moment. [Speaking of self-posed isolation in old age.]

T]hey reached the dwelling of Governor Bellingham...now moss-grown, crumbling to decay, and melancholy at heart with the many sorrowful or joyful occurrences, remembered or forgotten, that have happened, and passed away, within their dusky chambers. Then, however, there was the freshness of the passing year on its exterior, and the cheerfulness, gleaming forth from the sunny windows, of a human habitation into which death had never entered.

Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

We have wronged each other, answered he. "Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

Mitsuru and Yuriko and Kazue didn't mutate; they simply decayed. A biology professor certainly ought to be able to recognize the signs of fermentation and decay. Isn't he the one who taught us all about these processes in organisms? In order to induce the process of decay, water is necessary. I think that, in the case of women, men are the water.

the first sign of civilization is always trash.

On my fifteenth birthday, I came to realize that the expression spoiled rotten meant exactly that. We kids were the apples of our parents' eyes, and I, for one, was rotting from inside out.

Makes sense, the earth is quick to consume the flesh of things that ain't natural.

The building was no warmer than the street outside, and it smelled like something died in there from smelling something else that died in there.

Washington was still a place to be respected, but only in the way that we respect crumbling antiquity.

Rather than implore a tear of the world, Alive, I'd invite the crows To bleed my tainted carcass.

Yes! thus will you be, queen of the Graces, After the last sacraments, When you go beneath grass and luxuriant flowers, To molder among the bones of the dead.  Then, O my beauty! say to the worms who will Devour you with kisses, That I have kept the form and the divine essence Of my decomposed love!

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Yet who has not clasped a skeleton in his arms, Who has not fed upon what belongs to the grave?What matters the perfume, the costume or the dress? He who shows disgust believes that he is handsome.  Noseless dancer, irresistible whore, Tell those dancing couples who act so offended: Proud darlings, despite the art of makeup You all smell of death! Skeletons perfumed with musk

Et le ver rongera ta peau comme un remords.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.

The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die

all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight.