And so all growth that is not towards God Is growing towards decay. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
As the gentleman decays, the lady survives as the strongest evidence of his former predominance. — Emily James Smith Putnam Copy Share Image
Any growing interest in soccer can only be a sign of the nation's moral decay. — Ann Coulter Copy Share Image
I just have to think of Philadelphia now, and I get ideas, I hear the wind, and I'm off into the darkness… — David Lynch Copy Share Image
And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A republic is not an easy form of government to live under, and when the responsibility of citizenship is evaded, democracy decays… — Earl Warren Copy Share Image
I loved my body and did not want it to perish; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay.… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
We (Muslims) have no right, in our present misery, to boast of past glories. But we must realise that it was the… — Muhammad Asad Copy Share Image
EACH DAY OF HUMAN life contains joy and anger, pain and pleasure, darkness and light, growth and decay. Each moment is etched… — Morihei Ueshiba Copy Share Image
God is neither manifest nor hidden; He is neither revealed nor unrevealed; there are no words to tell that which He is.… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed as ignorant as you were at twenty-two, you'd always be twenty-two. Aging is… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
The first theft marked Buck as fit to survive in the hostile Northland environment. It marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Our life is like th' unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer's cloudy… — Bhartrhari Copy Share Image
In books I find the dead as if they were alive; in books I foresee things to come; in books warlike affairs… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I listen to a radio segment about scientists measuring the radioactive decay after such large-scale catastrophes as September 11 or the 2003… — Christian Wiman Copy Share Image
The future of nations cannot be frozen . . . cannot be foreseen. If we are going to accomplish anything in our… — Herbert Hoover Copy Share Image
I acquired more wealth, power, and prestige than most. But you can acquire all you want and still feel empty. What power… — Lee Atwater Copy Share Image
“Out of all its squalor and human decay, its eruptions of butchery, India produced so many people of grace and beauty, ruled… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Physically, we get older and then we die. Yet spiritually, whether we go backward or forward is a matter not of the… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
The whole point of what -Jesus was up to was that he was doing close up, in the present, what he was… — N. T. Wright Copy Share Image
“Upon the further side, some way within the valley's arms, high on a rocky seat upon the black knees of the Ephel… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Does time really exist, time the destroyer? When will it break down the castle into mere fragments? When will this heart which… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
