Quotes About Decay

Until we're rotten, we cannot be ripe.

You need to reconnect directly to your physical brain. You've shut it in the closet long enough. After days at the office, nights in front of the TV, this miracle machine is waiting for you to take it out for a spin. To not do this is a dangerous waste. Because there is also a dark side; there is also decay. Life is energy. That's all that matters to nature. For 3,500 million years, life has walked a

Remember, without your input, your body will constantly misinterpret the signals of today's world. It will trigger the "default to decay" setting. You'll start to deteriorate, to die

Permanent War One of the most pathetic aspects of human history is that every civilization expresses itself most pretentiously, compounds its partial and universal values most convincingly, and claims immortality for its finite existence at the very moment when the decay which leads to death has already begun. —REINHOLD NIEBUHR, Beyond Tragedy

A miserable politics awaits us when the irreligious rot flows downstream.

I saw all the moral decay you could, beginning at 2 years old. But I also got to see how the other half lived.

We live in a decaying society of morality, which bugs me on a daily basis. I consider myself one of the last chivalrous white knights out there.

All you got to do is look around. This country's getting worse and worse and more and more immoral, and we're rotting from within.

Abruptly, Eugene was touched with pity. For the first time he saw plainly that great Gant had grown old. The sallow face had yellowed and lost its sinew. The thin mouth was petulant. The chemistry of decay had left its mark. No, there was no return after this. Eugene saw now that Gant was dying very slowly. The vast resiliency, the illimitable power of former times had vanished. The big frame was breaking up before him like a beached ship. Gant was sick. He was old.

My sole fond memory from this period is of a rubbery little Appalachian number by the name of June. Acrobatic tongue. Tooth decay. Illiterate in everything but love.)

Anything with blood in it can probably go bad. Like meat. And it's the blood that makes me worry. It carries things you don't even know you got.

Houses, trees and fields of flax once flourished here. Summers had been blue with flowers. Now it was a shallow sea of stinking grey from end to end. And this is where you fought the war.

Maybe beauty is death, in a way, just like the decadent aesthetes used to say. It's a reminder that things are fragile, because when one thing envelopes another thing, that other thing might be overwhelmed or destroyed.

Decay is my friend Night is my servant I wait for you in a palace of elm While I let the crows peck at my body

In time, one's palate will become insensitive, one will suffer (without knowing it) emotional malnutrition, the skin of the soul will fester with scurvy, the teeth of the heart will decay.

She parked, and the Cadillac, dark as bruised blood, stayed there for two years.

If my belief in the God-force-principle-thing had faltered from time to time, it was completely reaffirmed that morning when I considered how completely brilliant a creation was fermentation. From decay came a pleasure sublime enough to keep decay at bay. Only for a few minutes, perhaps, but some minutes are like no others.

Inequality is corrosive. It rots societies from within.

I smell of decay, the acrid smell of a lonely person, a person with no respect or regard for themselves.

He'd kind of vanished off the face of the earth. A difficult thing to do in Margate, a derelict seaside town where there was nothing to do but blend in with the general decay: bum around, fuck, be fucked, fight and wish your life away.

the way he'd slowly starved his relationship of oxygen.

A shack made of ribs. A house made of out. A car made of rust. A smile made of doubt.

The city was like a fish dying on hard pavement, hopelessly gasping for air.

We emerged onto the ruined street, where gaps showed in the rows of buildings like missing teeth