Decaying Quotes

“My sin murdered Him. And out of this self-loathing shame borne of the understanding that I could perpetrate such a heinous act, I am barely able to raise my head sufficiently to ask what crazed insanity would prompt Jesus to walk out of an empty tomb for the single purpose of pursuing a decaying soul that murdered Him? And I would be wise to consider that the question itself is asked only because I have yet to touch the barest periphery of God’s love despite the fact that because of an empty tomb it stands right in front of me.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough, An Intimate Collision: Encounters with Life and Jesus

“Turn your attention to all that is dying and decaying. Look at dead leaves, a lifeless tree, a dead animal. Regard anything that is slowly returning to its constituent elements. Smell the pungent odor of decay. Inhale the effluvium of the dissolution process. The object of this exercise is to know the Earth, not just in its telluric aspect (flower bearing soil), but also in its chthonic aspect. Let death talk to you.”
― Laurence Galian, The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“Through the rose garden, the path ran straight ahead to the mass of mauve wisteria, now past its best. At ground level, Ellie could see now that it formed a tunnel leading deeper into the garden, gnarled trunks growing over a long wooden frame that was rotten in places. At the end was a green space the size of a large room, walled by a hedge of clipped myrtle. From all sides white trumpets of datura hung down, smelling faintly of coffee.
"I've never seen such a display," said Ellie.
"My mother planted them many years ago. Moonflowers."
"Also known as devil's trumpet."
"Angel's trumpet, too. Or so she told me.”
― Deborah Lawrenson, The Sea Garden

“Se quedó quieto, observando, aspirando el olor de la muerte. El cuello de Bernie estaba muy delgado, pero los lóbulos de las orejas, que ya habían alcanzado un tamaño enorme, eran grandes y carnosos. El cuerpo que yacía en aquella cama de hospital no debería pertenecer al padre que Joshua conocía. ¿Adónde había ido a parar el verdadero Bernie?”
― Aleksandar Hemon, The Making of Zombie Wars

“Death is part of nature, but even nature does not seem to be free from the laws of decay.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo, Resistance To Intolerance

“So, um… why… did you tried so hard to save me anyway, even after… I made life harder for the both of us?”

Điền Mục’s reply took on a rare serious tone:

“Huh? Oh, because there is a superhero in all of us. We just need the guts to… eh, actually, speaking of ‘guts’…”

He suddenly started rummaging through his backpack, took out an enema pill, pushed it into Vũ Thanh’s palm, and grinned from ear to ear with excitement:

“Hey, so how did the food of the dead taste to you these past few days anyway? Was there any trace of earthworms or dirt in them? Did they taste like they were rotting or decaying in any way? I’ve always wondered but never got a taste myself!”
― Nghịch Tử, Eyes