Senescence Quotes

“Growth and senescence exists within me.
Each dawn, I am rejuvenated with the sun's glow
and with a fresh, new clove scent.
A scent that helps keep us both alert.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“We offhandedly devised many imaginary scenarios during the course of any given day, a habit that began as acerbic banter between two hypersharp intelligences, whose function seemed to be to absorb the venom of normal mundane tensions, anxieties, jealousies, resentments, and nano-betrayals, but gradually transformed into a daily hedge against death, an acknowledgement of our painful ephemerality, and a bid to take the kitchen utensils of mortality out of the hands of happenstance and put them back into our own drawer.”
― David Cronenberg, Consumed

“As if in answer to her question, an odor of decay seeped through thee doorway from the darkened shop.
Senescence, she thought. A beautiful word for what happened to all living things as they progressed toward death. Petals fading, leaves falling, stems beginning to rot.”
― Ella Griffin, The Flower Arrangement

“Bailey reached downtown. She was greeted by a tarnished marker embedded into the sidewalk, the first in a series of sidewalk markers giving local history for tourists to follow as the walked. This one read: Hen Town was built on what was once the largest chicken farm in the state of North Carolina, called Wester's Blue Eggs because it was the only color their hens would lay. The Wester family sold the land, and a community was formed. Hen Town is named in their honor.
She went first to the drugstore called the Rx Roost and bought the bleach kit. Then she went to Mother Hen's Frozen Tea, but they weren't open yet, so she got in line next door for coffee. The Java Chicken had all manner of Hen Town-themed coffee on the menu, one with egg foam, another that was chicken-and-waffle flavored, and it was always full of tourists.
When she finally got her cup, she sat on one of the benches facing the courthouse, where the turning leaves of the sugar maples looked like green apples with candy glaze being poured over them.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Paper Ghosts