cosmic decay Quotes

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Kerouac and I are not real at all. The only thing about a writer is that he has written, and not his so-called life. 'And we (will) all die and the stars will go out, one after another.

What do we measure when we measure time? The gloomy answer from Hawking, one of our most implacably cheerful scientists, is that we measure entropy. We measure changes and those changes are all for the worse. We measure increasing disorder. Life is hard, says science, and constancy is the greatest of miracles.

Sit and spin 'til you rot on the cosmic utensil.

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

The world is a clock winding down.

Imperishable moments and immortal deeds, death itself and love stronger than death, will be as though they had never been. The energies of our system will decay, the glory of the sun will be dimmed and the earth tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for the moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit and all his thoughts will perish. The uneasy consciousness, which in this obscure corner has for a brief space broken the contented silence of the universe, will be at rest.

I will endure until the stars wink out & the very last trace of heat ebbs from the cosmos & there is nothing but eternal icy nothingness

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die.

When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.

Probably the simplest hypothesis... is that there may be a slow process of annihilation of matter.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.