inner decay Quotes

When I say that life is like an onion, I mean this: if you don't do anything with it, it goes rotten. So far, that's no different from other vegetables. But when an onion goes bad, it can either do it from the inside, or the outside. So sometimes you see one that looks good, but the core is rotten. Other times, you can see a bad spot on it, but if you cut that out, the rest is fine. Tastes sharp, but that's what you paid for, isn't it?

I am corrupted to the bone with the beauty of this forsaken world.

Death is not the greatest tragedy in life. The greatest tragedy is what dies inside us while we live. We need not fear death. We need fear only that we may exist without having sensed something of the possibilities that lie within human existence.

It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.

Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul

Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.

The rottenness comes from within.

specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart; this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved.

But when Lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish arts of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

If love closes, the self contracts and hardens: the mind having nothing else to occupy its attention and give it that change and renewal it requires, busies itself more and more with self-feeling, which takes on narrow and disgusting forms, like avarice, arrogance and fatuity.

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious than any other.

Success achieved by the most contemptible means cannot but destroy the soul. ... It helps to cover up the inner corruption and gradually dulls one's scruples, so that those who begin with some high ambition cannot, even if they would, create anything out of themselves.

God's Word will never fall into disrepair. But here's what happens when we don't travel on it: We fall into disrepair!

Peevishness may be considered the canker of life, that destroys its vigor and checks its improvement; that creeps on with hourly depredations, and taints and vitiates what it cannot consume.

The soul languishing in obscurity contracts a kind of rust, or abandons itself to the chimera of presumption; for it is natural for it to acquire something, even when separated from any one.

A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf; A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf', Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline You went through sloven spirit, craven heart And cynic indolence. And here the art Of molding clay has caught you for the nonce And made your shame our shame ~ Your head in bronze!

I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.

The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

…and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away.

Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable.