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Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
Better to rest in peace than rot in pieces
Rust is the failure of the work of man. The project, the venture, the experiment: failed, given up on, and not cleaned up after.
He didn't think of the rot as a disease. His mind was sharp, but he'd been swallowed by lies that had long ago persuaded him that this was the way all good men should look and move and feel. Pain was natural. The smell of rotting flesh was more a scent of wholesome humanity than a stench.
Nothing dies in Hell.
Listen, days decay, like food, like fish,
like dead bodies. This night will decay, too and you will forget. Listen, we will forget.
Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.
It's rotten, okay? And once something's rotten, it can never be good again.
The Age of Technology has rusted.
Souls grow on bones but die beneath bankers' hours ...
Any bacteria planning to rot my taters will die screaming. In
If it isn't good, let it die. If it doesn't die, make it good.
We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
A grape may become a raisin, and taste the sweeter for it, but even a raisin rot on the vine, if you do nothing for it.
Horror spawns horror
And death unloads thee.
Karma comes back around.
Death frees the beast.
In life, you see, there is not much choice. You have either to rot or to burn. And there is not one of us, painted or unpainted, that would not rather burn than rot.
And gradually we will rot like old ships or trees
But keep Pain far from Me o Lord
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe.
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.
I love you, rotten,
Delicious rottenness.
... wonderful are the hellish experiences,
Orphic, delicate
Dionysos of the Underworld.
All dies! and not alone
The aspiring trees and men and grass;
The poets' forms of beauty pass,
And noblest deeds they are undone,
Even truth itself decays, and lo,
From truth's sad ashes pain and falsehood grow.
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains ...
What's old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
Life proceeds, it enrages.
If gold ruste, what shall iren do?
Standing before him, the blight of idyllic thought and aspiration--rotting souls reproducing like fleas.
The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
Rust may never sleep, but then, neither does moss.
The time flies. The time flies feed on rotting clocks.
Rotting in your skin
rotting in your mind
you are rotting in this house
in this house you'll die.
Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, Hatch out.
The worm does not his work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame.
As ye of clay were cast by kind,
So shall ye waste to dust.
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
screws on the cowlings. Only a divine miracle
The rotten apple spoils his companions.
Concrete can rot. It turns green and black before crumbling away.
Maybe only people from Congo know that.
What is dead can never die.
Hate destroys the hater...
Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.
Death devours all lovely things.
You raze the old to raise the new.
Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time
The empty husks of the dead have arisen,and the crave the flesh of the living
Purposes, like eggs, unless they be hatched into action, will run into rottenness.
What feeds me destroys me.
Grim in the light of the new flames.
This world is rotten. The rotten should die.
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
What's dead may never die.
People suck. (Nero)
All too soon this body
Will lie on the ground,
Cast aside, deprived of consciousness,
Like a useless scrap of wood.
Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
Year chases year, decay pursues decay,
Still drops some joy from with'ring life away;
New forms arise, and diff'rent views engage
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
Let the dead stay dead.
Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
Eat dirt evil doer!
Our works decay and disappear but God gentlest works stay looking down on the ruins we toil to rear.
Strikes, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.
Blessed are they that crumble; from them new worlds are made.
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
that's crumbling back into
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Rot dead marigolds- an acre at a time! Gold are you?
The darkness amplifies the stench of decaying flesh- Random thought
You will rot in any place you feel you do not belong to!
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
I burn, and I hope.
Let the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil fall, soundless in the moldering woods.
The decay of society is praised by artists as the decay of a corpse is praised by worms.
It sheared off heads so many, that it, and the ground it most polluted, were a rotten red. It was taken to pieces, like a toy-puzzle for a young Devil, and was put together again when the occasion wanted it.
Like mold on books, grow myths on history.
First they burn the books, and then the bodies follow
It mingles in seas of carouselsbr>It becomes the past and knows it not.
If foundations made of stone can turn to dust, then the hardest hearts of steel can turn to rust.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
Never that is shall die.
At the city gates a corpse or two hung, moldering, from the municipal gallows. Within the walls, there were the usual dirty streets, the customary gamut of smells, from wood smoke to excrement, from geese to incense, from baking bread to horses, swine and unwashed humanity. Peasants,
Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.
All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish.
Bad herdsmen waste the flocks which thou hast left behind.
eats most of his meals
When you're green, your growing. When you're ripe, you rot.
This is a nasty, rotten business.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Rubes came and rubes went.
Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
Revive, Rekindle, Rejoice.
O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, But nothing did I know of wretchedness, Disgusting rot, and sick'ning filth till this New smell hath made attack upon my nose.
Old things are passed away;
Behold, all things are become new.
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
What is dead can never die." "But rises again, harder and stronger.