Gregory Stock Quotes

I like thinking about the fragility of the human flesh and our bodies - our decay and eventual death.

It's the decomposition that gets me. You spend your whole life looking after your body. And then you rot away.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

I love things on the decline because that's really the natural progression of our lives. We're born, we're feisty for the first couple of years, and then the inevitable decline begins.

The idea of forever is kind of ridiculous, which is unfortunate because it's kind of a nice thing to say, you know. I think it softens the blow of mortality and having to say goodbye to everything you know and everyone you love and all that kind of thing.

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

As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Careers are here and they're gone. No matter how great we think we are, we're nothing but the temples of Ozymandias-we're ruins in the making.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

What is love, if it can calculate and provide against its own decay?

That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.

...what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

The top of a pinnacle now, firewood soon

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be.

All things which exist in time must perish

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

How terrible a thing time is.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

Everything is fleeting and passing and impermanent in life. Relationships, people, our finite physical forms... We let go of our childhoods, we let go of different parts of our body, we lose elasticity in our skin, and we lose hair and we lose teeth.