“i move forwardwith mydrawer of treasuresthat will never decay.”
“Her soul opened slowly and timidly to her kind, but her imagination rushed out to the beauties of the visible world; and the decaying majesty of Allfriars moved her strangely.”
“The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...”
“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.”
“...there is a way of leaving and yet of not leaving; of hinting that one loves and is willing to return, yet never coming back and so preserving a relationship in a lingering decay.”
“But the thought of moving on from something I never had is depressing.”