Quotes About Decay

No, Kinkade," Chase said thoughtfully. "I don't think a woman can destroy you. You can't be destroyed because…there's nothing to destroy. I warrant that you just reflect whatever's near you. Like a puddle of mud. You reflect honor if you're near it. You reflect decay if you're near it. Left to your own devices, you've no moral center at all, no concern except for your own pleasure. This is the result.

The powdered sugar had caramelized and blackened into a sucking tar pit in which my ladyfingers languished like so many sunk mastadons.

It's as though a smile is ageless, or perhaps eternal, independent of the decay and collapse of the surrounding features.

The beauty of sand, in other words, belonged to death. it was the beauty of death that ran through the magnificence of its ruins and its great power of destruction

Just as trees bear their fruit before winter, just as bamboo grass produces its seeds just before it withers, sex is simply a struggle with death on the human level.

En otras palabras, la belleza de la arena pertenecía al reino de la muerte. La belleza de la muerte, que lleva en sí un gran poder de destrucción y la magnificiencia de las ruinas...

Casa aceasta era aproape moart?. Interiorul ei era pe jum?tate mîncat de tentaculele nisipului care curgea neîncetat, nisip care nici m?car nu avea o form? proprie - alta decît diametrul mediu de 1/8 mm. Åži totuÅŸi nimic nu-i putea sta împotriv? acestei forÅ£e distructive, lipsite de form?. Åži poate c? manifestarea cea mai înalt? a forÅ£ei nisipului era c? n-avea form?.

Still,he noticed that though the house was in poor shape, the gardens were perfect. The paths were well lined, the flower beds filled with roses and lilacs, the trees well trimmed. He smiled darkly.His beautiful little angel of trouble must have run out of time.

In history as in nature, decay is the laboratory of life.

How quickly life could dissolve into its more ugly elements.

So much for progress. How quickly civilization could dissolve into its more ugly elements.

Everything degenerates in the hands of man.

I also admit, that there are some sluggish men who are improved by drinking; as there are fruits which are not good till they are rotten.

What men yearn for they often destroy.

Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten when their noblest and most enduring works decay?

The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race can no more be exterminated than the flea can be. The last man lives the longest.

When I was a young man, near the beginning of my life, I looked around with true mindfulness and saw that all things are subject to decay.

Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.

What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.

Diseases crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, rivel them up like old apples, make them as so many Anatomies.

Remember the coffin where men All must to dust be returning.

The foul slime stands for the sloth and vice of man, the decay of humanity; the fragrant flower that springs from it, for the purity and courage which are immortal.

Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

Through money, democracy becomes its own destroyer, after money has destroyed intellect.