Quotes About Decay

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retrogression)

The forest of Tantrevalles shades a deep dank soil; somewhere under this mold lies the carcass of a snake which in better times used the name Visbhume; he no longer tippety-taps and moves and jerks to the rhythms of a propulsive inner music; and sometimes one wonders in cases like this: here is the dead thing; where has the music gone?

Earth . . . A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge . . . Ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is red and feeble . . . A million cities have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand strange souls live. There is evil on Earth . . . Earth is dying . . .

The journey to the grave is already begun, the journey to corruption is, always, already, half over.

Jack went deep-vein sclerotic. He chugged digitalis straight from the vial. He chased it with desk-jug scotch.

My body is falling apart and my mind fell apart a long time ago.

Claims that some form of consciousness persists after our bodies die and decay into their constituent atoms face one huge, insuperable obstacle: the laws of physics underlying everyday life are completely understood, and there's no way within those laws to allow for the information stored in our brains to persist after we die.

In short, immaturity is spoiled. And what is spoiled doesn't ripen. It goes bad early, gets bitter and withers on the vine.

The land, that thou see now to have root, shall thou see wasted suddenly.

No matter how ugly a fruit is, worms will seek it out.

In order to induce the process of decay, water is necessary. I think that, in the case of women, men are the water.

Standards in public life have decayed over time... Incompetence is the norm.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.

I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.

Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn, but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.

I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.

Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten, when their noblest and most enduring works decay? Death comes even to monumental structures, and oblivion rests on the most illustrious names.

Where wealth accumulates, men decay.

The broken image of Man moves in minute by minute and cell by cell.... Poverty, hatred, war, police-criminals, bureaucracy, insanity, all symptoms of The Human Virus.