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Quotes About Decay

Elveszett a jöv?… Furcsa, mi? Ilyenkor fellázad a hús, de most nem fog… már az se lesz… Ez így fog rohadni szépen, fokozatosan, amíg nem születnek ifjak, és újrakezdik a forradalmat, ugyanolyan felemásan, hülyén, elvakultan, átgondolatlanul, félszegen, és majd belemennek a kompromisszumokba, mi mást is tehetnének… és megy tovább a tinglitangli…
~ György Spiró
Hiába rohadsz meg az élet nevében. Aki egyszer már megrohadt, az nem az egészséget, hanem a rohadást konzerválja magában.
~ György Spiró
The fountains are dusty in the Graveyard of Dreams; The hinges are rusty, they swing with tiny screams.
~ H. Beam Piper
Still, that was the city, a great big filthy breeding-place for vermin – animal and human.
~ James Herbert
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
~ James Joyce
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
~ James Joyce
Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.
~ James Joyce
however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the bud of premature decay and nobody to blame but themselves.
~ James Joyce
Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green...
~ James Joyce
England is in the hands of the jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is dying.
~ James Joyce
Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.
~ James Joyce
If we could only live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with dust, horsedung and consumptives' spits.
~ James Joyce
A field of stiff weeds and thistles and tufted nettle-bunches. Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds. An evil smell, faint and foul as the light, curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the stale crusted dung.
~ James Joyce
England is in the hands of the jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is dying.
~ James Joyce
The embalmer opened the coffin to check on the body. Lincoln's face was turning darker by the day, which the embalmers tried to conceal by coating the skin with chalk-white potions.
~ James L. Swanson
The juke and barbecue joints were loud, the doors wide open, the elevated sidewalks inset with tethering rings and littered with paper cups and beer cans, rust-stained where the rain spouts bled across the concrete. ~ James Lee Burke
~ James Lee Burke
He had gotten a new set of clothes someplace, but they were only worse new versions of the same thing he wore before: black trousers, black vest, frock coat, stiff collar, withered, crumpled, and chewed at the edges. His boots was worse than ever, crumpled like pieces of text paper, curled at the toes. In other words, he looked normal, like his clothes was dying of thirst, and he himself was about to keel over out of plain ugliness.
~ James McBride
Louisiana, the state road maintenance forgot.
~ James Patterson
Turns out an apocalypse actually comes on pretty slowly. Not fire and brimstone, but rust and dandelions. Not a bang but a whimper.
~ James Patterson
Turns out an apocalypse actually comes on pretty slowly. Not fire and brimstone but rust and dandelions. Not a bang but a whimper. Perhaps
~ James Patterson
And that stunk like an eight-week-old pile of fish guts sitting on the hot blacktop in the middle of August.
~ James Patterson
Slums could be thought of as the development of a special organ, or they could be thought of as a tumor that's grown, and in some ways is unhealthy and could ultimately lead to the city's destruction. My own feeling is that slums are probably a bit of both.
~ Geoffrey West
Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.
~ Charles Bukowski
All disease and aging occurs as the subtle physical body breaks down.
~ Frederick Lenz