H. P. Lovecraft Quotes

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

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.

Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a common grave.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise.

That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

No matter what heights you achieve, even if you're Brad Pitt, the slide is coming, sure as death and taxes.

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.

I believe that the end of things man-made cannot be very far away - must be near at hand.

Success comprises in itself the seeds of its own decline and sport is not spared by this law.

I think you should always bear in mind that entropy is not on your side.

Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

But if you know that you are a man too, and that even such are those that rule, learn this first of all: that all human affairs are a wheel which, as it turns, does not allow the same men always to be fortunate.

Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.

All things that have form eventually decay." -Orochimaru

What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

Things seem to fall apart inevitably.

I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

Alas! that my body, clean and whole, never been corrupted, today must be consumed and burnt to ashes!