Decrepit Quotes

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dressing-up-as-decrepit-old-ladies-even-decrepit-young-ladies-was-one-our-staples
the-best-way-to-destroy-decrepit-is-to-build-glorious-stefan-molyneux
im-decrepit-but-i-dont-want-to-give-up-i-love-my-work-helen-thomas
truths-that-become-old-become-decrepit-unreliable-sometimes-they-may-be-kept-going-artificially-for-certain-time-but-there-is-no-life-in-them-pd-ouspensky
just-because-i-was-almost-62-i-did-not-feel-decrepit-felt-i-wasnt-finished-being-soldier-yet
if-man-has-capacity-for-great-thoughts-he-is-likely-to-overtake-them-before-he-is-decrepit-george-eliot
he-said-my-lord-how-can-i-have-son-when-my-wife-is-barren-i-have-become-decrepit-with-old-age-maryam-8
its-amateur-night-for-drinkers-so-im-going-home-to-quietly-intoxicate-myself-into-a-decrepit-stupor
the-years-between-fifty-and-seventy-are-the-hardest-you-are-always-being-asked-to-do-things-and-yet-you-are-not-decrepit-enough-to-turn-them-down
i-had-walked-into-that-readingroom-happy-healthy-man-i-crawled-out-decrepit-wreck-jerome-k-jerome
the-human-feelings-which-had-never-been-deep-in-him-grew-shallower-every-hour-every-day-something-more-dropped-away-from-decrepit-wreck-nikolai-gogol
software-development-like-professional-sports-has-way-making-thirtyyearold-men-feel-decrepit-neal-stephenson
and-whats-a-life-a-weary-pilgrimage-whose-glory-in-one-day-doth-fill-the-stage-with-childhood-manhood-and-decrepit-age
sweetheart-ill-be-marine-til-they-bury-my-cold-dead-decrepit-ass-in-ground-good-fifty-sixty-years-from-now-dee-tenorio
the-voting-booth-joint-is-great-leveler-whole-neighborhood-rich-poor-old-young-decrepit-spunky-they-all-turn-out-in-one-day
brick-walls-towered-over-her-decrepit-staircases-crowded-about-her-nothing-had-changed-the-line-there-lessons-there-rape-there-shouldnt-place-be-crimson-with-blood-black-with-sha
i-dont-want-to-be-left-in-past-when-i-stand-next-to-kylie-beyonce-rihanna-i-dont-want-to-be-decrepit-old-lady
many-offenders-are-tracked-for-prison-at-early-ages-labeled-as-criminals-in-their-teen-years-then-shuttled-from-their-decrepit-underfunded-inner-city-michelle-alexander
this-struggle-between-good-evil-fresh-stale-new-decrepit-between-vigor-moral-youth-dotage-senility-is-positive-benefit-for-it-keeps-perennial-moral-values-alive-fazlur-rahman
i-will-compensate-all-your-oneinch-twoinch-losses-because-i-know-how-important-every-inch-is-to-you-aged-decrepit-men-kim-harrison
if-you-look-at-all-vampires-in-past-they-were-sort-decrepit-old-men-stephanie-meyers-just-made-it-for-new-audience-all-vampires-are-now-young-men-she-describes-them-as-not-being-
mapidere-was-but-one-man-indeed-judging-by-rumors-his-decrepit-state-near-death-weak-sickly-manbut-his-creation-empire-had-taken-on-life-its-own-killing-emperor-would-not-have-be
the-ideal-state-is-meekness-humility-semiinvalid-state-old-year-after-year-i-am-becoming-nobler-nobler-if-i-can-live-to-be-decrepit-enough-i-charles-fort
That was our first home. Before I felt like an island in an ocean, before Calcutta, before everything that followed. You know it wasn't a home at first but just a shell. Nothing ostentatious but just a rented two-room affair, an unneeded corridor that ran alongside them, second hand cane furniture, cheap crockery, two leaking faucets, a dysfunctional doorbell, and a flight of stairs that led to, but ended just before the roof (one of the many idiosyncrasies of the house), secured by a sixteen garrison lock, and a balcony into which a mango tree's branch had strayed. The house was in a building at least a hundred years old and looked out on a street and a tenement block across it. The colony, if you were to call it a colony, had no name. The house itself was seedy, decrepit, as though a safe-keeper of secrets and scandals. It had many entries and exits and it was possible to get lost in it. And in a particularly inspired stroke of whimsy architectural genius, it was almost invisible from the main road like H.G. Wells' 'Magic Shop'. As a result, we had great difficulty when we had to explain our address to people back home. It went somewhat like this, '... take the second one from the main road... and then right after turning left from Dhakeshwari, you will see a bird shop (unspecific like that, for it had no name either)... walk straight in and take the stairs at the end to go to the first floor, that's where we dwell... but don't press the bell, knock... and don't walk too close to the cages unless you want bird-hickeys... '' ('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Kunal Sen
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wonder-time-quoth-she-this-is-my-spite-that-thou-being-dead-day-should-yet-be-light-since-thou-art-dead-lo-here-i-prophesy-sorrow-on-love-hereafter-shall-attend-it-shall-be-waite
I circled the site before I came in. If there's anyone within five kilometers, I'll eat my quiver." Halt regarded him, eyebrow arched once more. "Anyone?" "Anyone other than Crowley, " Will amended, making a dismissive gesture. "I saw him watching me from that hide he always uses about two kilometers out. I assumed he'd be back in here by now." Halt cleared his throat loudly. "Oh, you saw him, did you?" he said. "I imagine he'll be overjoyed to hear that." Secretly, he was pleased with his former pupil. In spite of his curiosity and obvious excitement, he hadn't forgotten to take the precautions that had been drilled into him. THat augured well for what lay ahead, Halt thought, a sudden grimness settling onto his manner. Will didn't notice the momentary change of mood. He was loosening Tug saddle girth. As he spoke, his voice was muffled against the horses's flank. "he's becoming too much a creature of habit, " he said. "he's used that hide for the last three Gatherings. It's time he tried something new. Everyone must be onto it by now." Rangers constantly competed with each other to see before being seen and each year's Gathering was a time of heightened competition. Halt nodded thoughtfully. Crowley had constructed teh virtually invisible observation post some four years previously. Alone among the younger Rangers, Will had tumbled to it after one year. Halt had never mentioned to him that he was the only one who knew of Crowley's hide. The concealed post was the Ranger Commandant's pride and joy. "Well, perhaps not everyone, " he said. Will emerged from behind his horse, grinning at the thought of the head of the Ranger Corps thinking he had remained hidden from sight as he watched Will's approach. "All the same, perhaps he's getting a bit long in the tooth to be skulking around hiding in the bushes, don't you think?" he said cheerfully. Halt considered the question for a moment. "Long in the tooth? Well, that's one opinion. Mind you, his silent movement skills are still as good as ever, " he said meaningfully. The grin on Will's face slowly faded. He resisted the temptation to look over his shoulder. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?" he asked Halt. THe older Ranger nodded. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?" Will continued and Halt nodded once more. "Is he... close enough to have heard what I said?" Will finally managed to ask, fearin teh worst. This time, Halt didn't have to answer. "Oh, good grief no, " came a familiar voice from behind him. "he's so old and decrepit these days he's as deaf as a post." Will's shoulders sagged and he turned to see the sandy-haired Commandant standing a few meters away. The younger man's eyes dropped. "Hullo, Crowley, " he said, then mumbled, "Ahhh... I'm sorry about that." Crowley glared at teh young Ranger for a few more seconds, then he couldn't help teh grin breaking out on his face. "No harm done, " he said, adding with a small note of triumph, "It's not often these days I amange to get the better of one of you young ones." Secretly, he was impressed at teh news that Will had spotted his hiding place. Only the sarpest eyes could have picked it. Crowley had been in the business of seeing without being seen for thirty years or more, and despite what Will believed, he was still an absolute master of camouflage and unseen movement.

John Flanagan
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