Quotes About Decay

It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence.

This first theft marked Buck as fit to survive in the hostile Northland environment. It marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust himself to changing conditions, the lack of which would have meant swift and terrible death. It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence.

The champagne is already flat.  The sparkle and bubble has gone out and it is a tasteless drink.

The ultimate tendency of civilization is towards barbarism.

I always believed 'The Fly' to be a classic opera story. It's a tale of love and death, true love surviving in the face of physical decay and ultimate sacrifice.

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

Do you know what we call windows in Belgrade?' she asked. All our windows are broken and crisscrossed with scotch tape. 'Windows 99.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

How earthy old people become --moldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.

Neglect starts out as an infection then becomes a disease.

Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

One trait in the philosopher's character we can assume is his love of the knowledge that reveals eternal reality, the realm unaffected by change and decay.

All false art, all vain wisdom, lasts its time but finally destroys itself, and its highest culture is also the epoch of its decay.

Every revolution evaporates," said Kafka, "leaving behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy." This is true not only of governments, but of individuals: the moment of realization, of inspiration, becomes institutionalized, trivialized.

It is difficult to conceive any situation more painful than that of a great man, condemned to watch the lingering agony of an exhausted country, to tend it during the alternate fits of stupefaction and raving which precede its dissolution, to see the symptoms of vitality dissappear one by one, till nothing is left but coldness, darkness, and corruption.

All bodies are slow in growth but rapid in decay.

Our contemporary poverty is as transparent as glass and as invisible as the air. Our poverty is kilometer-long lines, the constant elbowing, spiteful officials, trains late without reason, the water cut off by some disaster (...), the monotony of living without any hope whatsoever, the decaying historic cities, the provinces emptying the rivers poisoned. Our poverty is the grace of the totalitarian state by whose grace we live.

To miasto jest stolic? narodu, które wyparowuje w nico??. O tym te? trzeba powiedzie?. Ale komu? Czy tym, których ju? nie ma albo którzy odchodz? w niepami??? A mo?e tym, co po?eraj? pojedynczych ludzi i ca?e narody?

Mam wra?enie, jakby ten kraj naprawd? umiera?. -Tyle lat szarpaniny. Zestarzeli?my si?, skapcanieli?my wydaj?c te nasze pó?legalne biuletyny, odezwy, które ma?o kto czyta. Owszem, m?odzie?. Ale m?odzie? ?eni si?, p?odzi dzieci, kupuje ma?ego fiata, wydzier?awia dzia?eczk?, sadzi pomidory. Zalewa nas mieszcza?stwo, sowieckie mieszcza?stwo.

In every way that mattered, we lost and we lost big. Some people are little Chernobyls, shimmering with silent, spreading poison: get anywhere near them and every breath you take will wreck you from the inside out. Some cases--ask any cop--are malignant and incurable, devouring everything they touch.

Outlines of dead logs I hauled away remained impressed on the damp earth, scarring the ground with their funereal shapes.

The history of the fall of every nation is the history of the rise of the low-bred man and the fall of the gentleman.

It almost seemed as if Buchanan's regime was leasing the country's name, as his friends enriched themselves and presided over a machinery of government that was lubricated with bribery, brandy, and insider deals. In New York, a lawyer, George Templeton Strong, wrote in his diary that he felt like he was reliving "the Roman Empire in its day of rotting.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.