The most vigorous expression of a resolution does not always coincide with the greatest vigour of the resolution itself. It is often flung out as a sort of prop to support a decaying conviction which, whilst strong, required no enunciation to prove it so.
Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the secret instinct of decaying nature, or the soul's impulsive throb, as immortality draws on? Be what it may, it rested in the heart of Eva, a calm, sweet, prophetic certainty that Heaven was near; calm as the light of sunset, sweet as the bright stillness of autumn, there her little heart reposed, only troubled by sorrow for those who loved her so dearly.
It was the sick and decaying who despised the body and earth and invented the heavenly realm and the redemptive drops of blood: but they took even these sweet and gloomy poisons from body and earth. They wanted to escape their own misery, and the stars were too far for them.
My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.
Everything will change. The only question is growing up or decaying.
We know that our senses are subject to decay, that from our middle years they are decaying all the time; but happily it is as if we didn't know and didn't believe.
We have an opportunity to show the world that this is a much different place than it was in 1982, the last time we hosted the Super Bowl. A renaissance is taking place in what was a decaying inner city, and I can't wait for the world to see the new Detroit.
You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
There's just a stench of things rotting, decaying - dead seafood, poultry, other things I can't talk about. It gets into your nose it gets into your clothes. You can't get away from it.
The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls.
I always try to be alert to the potential for repetition, for a decaying orbit with regard to my use of technique, etc.
Give me artificial flowers - porcelain and metal glories - neither fading nor decaying, forms unaging. Flowers of the splendid gardens of another place, where Forms and Styles and Knowledge dwell. I love flowers made of glass or gold, true Art's true gifts, their painted hues more beautiful than nature's, worked in nacre and enamel, with perfect leaves and branches.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.
You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake, you are the same organic decaying matter as everything else
In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it.