Rot Quotations

I'd rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.

People idealise their animals, and at the same time they patronisingly overlook a dog's natural life - biting fleas, burying bones, rolling in garbage, barking up an empty tree all night... But what do they do themselves? Bury stuff that will rot in secret and then dig it up and bury it again and rant and rave under empty trees!

We're all going to eventually, even in the developed world, going to have to lose everything that we love. When you're beginning to rot a little bit, all of the videos crammed into your head, all of the extensions that extend your various powers, are going to being to seem a little secondary.

I was told he was stabbed a number of times through the chest and then his body was wrapped in a carpet and dumped in a shallow grave and back-filled and left to rot and rot,

Those who are not in love with the Lord are foolish and false - they are faithless cynics. They suffer the most extreme agonies of birth and death; they die over and over again, and they rot away in manure.

We liked the fact that it was vertical. It could be used in a small space. On a terrace, let's say, you could get a lot of plants in it. It had an interesting drainage system for water so that the plants wouldn't drown or rot in the special growing media.

There is no right or wrong answer. Every family member may feel different about this. My personal opinion is let him rot in jail.

You have to remember that not every creature that was evolving left behind its skull or its tools for our convenience tens of thousands of years later. Most bones or most tools rot or get buried and are never found again.

Even though the white cedar has been lying on the forest floor for two years, it is still able to be sent to the mill because of its resistance to rot and decay.

Rotgut was, to me, just this way to get into the underground of Manhattan where you have these little pockets a villain could rise from; a rot in the bowels of Manhattan. It led to these stories that were just very creepy.

Often, farmers have difficulty finding secondary markets for their outgrades and have no choice but to leave fresh produce unharvested to rot in the field. Gleaning Network U.K. coordinates teams of volunteers with willing farmers across the U.K. to direct this fresh surplus produce to charities that redistribute it to people that need it most.

A lot of those are in pretty decayed state. We have dry rot and damage associated with water.

It's possible (the first egg) broke because after they've been a little bit too old, they will actually rot inside and explode. And it's a possibility if it wasn't properly fertile that that's happened.

It lasted 100 years without any really visible signs of structural damage other than some dry rot and normal wood decay. Everyone is amazed that the building is as strong as it is.

In some cases, the ideal thing with organic gardening is to have more than one garden - one plot where you're adding compost and letting it rot and another where you're actually planting something. When you add too much compost into the garden and plant the same year, it might be difficult for the plants to grow the first year, as the compost decomposes.

All these candidates talk about children. George W. Bush has pictures with minority kids all the time while he lets them rot in Texas. When are we going to decide that enough is enough?

We are proud because from the beginning of this nation man can walk upright no matter who he is or who she is. He can walk upright and meet his friend or his enemy... And he does not fear that, because that enemy may be in a position of great power... that he can be suddenly thrown in jail to rot here without charges and with no recourse to justice. We have the Habeas Corpus Act and we respect it.

If America forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale

And when they list, their lean and flashy songs / Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, / The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, / But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, / Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.