Corrosion Quotes

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

All things deteriorate in time.

Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.

Oh heavy change. The world deteriorates like a rotting apple, worms and a skin.

As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

Everything is destroyed by its own particular vice: the destructive power resides within. Rust destroys iron, moths destroy clothes, the worm eats away the wood; but greatest of all evils is envy, impious habitant of corrupt souls, which ever was, is, and shall be a consuming disease.

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.

Idleness is to the human mind like rust to iron.

Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.

Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.

Revenge has a way of corroding you, the revenger. You know it doesn't heal you.

Hate is just as injurious to the hater as it is to the hated. Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Many of our inner conflicts are rooted in hate. This is why the psychiatrists say, "Love or perish." Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Things rust, you know, like the heart. My cardiologist said, 'It's a pump; use it - that's the sole advice I've got to give you.' It's the same in playwriting. Don't theorise about it. Do it.

Liberty has as many chains as an iron-monger's shop, and as rusty.

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.

The great crime of the politicians is not just the corrosion of their own morality but the corruption they've caused to the American spirit.

Gold can gild a rotten stick, and dirt sully an ingot.

The funny thing about gold is how quickly it can tarnish.

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

Rust, corrosion, wind, rain. The nibbling teeth of mice and the acrid droppings of insects and the devouring jaws of years. The was of nature upon machines, of the planet's chaotic forces upon the works of humankind. The energy that man had pulled from the earth was being inexorably pulled back into it, sucked like water down a drain. Before long, if it hadn't happened already, not a single high-tension pole would be left standing on the earth. Mankind had built a world that would take a hundred years to die. A century for the last light to go out.

Self pity is a disease which does not kill but corrodes.

Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.

. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .

nothing in life is more corroding than habit.