Emotional Decay Quotes

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.

But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual condition of the soul, as a circle on the water, caused by the fall of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.

In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.

I think cynicism lasts. Sentimentality ages, dates quickly.

A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

They rise in the morning, and they sleep in the dark. And even though nobody's looking, she's falling apart.

Do you know why animals die in cages? Their soul dies.

Feelings are like chemicals, the more you analyze them the worse they smell.

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

…and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away.

No fruit has a more precise marked period of maturity, than love; if neglected to be gathered at that time, it will certainly fall to the ground and die away.

Romance often begins by a splashing waterfall and ends over a leaky sink.

It’s all okay, it’s all beautiful; but ah fear that this internal sea is gaunnae subside soon, leaving this poisonous shite washed up, stranded up in ma body.

...And nostalgia is a cancer. Nostalgia will fill your heart up with tumors. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what you are. You're just an old fart dying of terminal nostalgia.

How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!

Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.