Rick Yancey Quotes

All things deteriorate in time.

The cancer of time is eating us away

All diseases run into one, old age.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

The first thing you have to do is accept that decay sets in and there's nothing you can do about it.

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us.

The world does not get to be a better or a worse place; it just gets more senescent.

Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

You can only live to be so old, then you gotta let go.

You think about it sometimes. I try not to think about it too much. You think about you can't play forever.

Time is not a great artist but weakens all he touches.

The body is subject to the law of growth and decay, what grows must of necessity decay.

Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things.

Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.

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

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

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.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

I have not long to live. I have lasted more than a man's average allotted span, and while I still am hale and hearty, I know full well the hand of time , while it may miss a man at one reaping, will get him at the next.

The two hardest things to contemplate in life ... are failure and age; those are one and the same.