Quotes About Wreck

I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes...are maps...I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail

I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail.

I came to explore the wreck The words are purposes The words are maps I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail... the thing I come for: the wreck and not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth

sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.

We don't go near the bridge,' said Lymond peacefully. 'Excuse me,' said Fergie Hoddim. 'How can you wreck a fine bridge without going near it?' 'By sending something else near it instead,' Lymond said. 'An ox to Jupiter, a dog to Hecate, a dove to Venus, a sow to Ceres, a fish to Neptune. What, instead of Fergie Hoddim, shall we sacrifice?

Then the man's a wreck—all to pieces. His hand's too shaky to print letters clearly like this.

Cubs are super cute, but you do not want to come between a cub and it's mother. Momma Bear will wreck you.

H. L. Mencken was prophetic when he wrote: 'Deep within the heart of every evangelist lies the wreck of a car salesman.

God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man's dearer than to himself.

Sometimes you've gotta wreck the truck to get the insurance money to make the payment on the truck.

I guess I get a little sentimental, but I'm so used to moving on and making myself stronger where that's concerned, otherwise I would just be a wreck!

That's what I want to be when I grow up, just a peaceful wreck holding hands with other peaceful wrecks.

Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.

It's not that I liked lunacy for the sake of lunacy, but if a writer can truly surprise me without throwing logic completely out the window, then that writer has me for good. Most book surprises aren't surprising at all but follow a formula, like the dead body that's certain to lurch out of a wreck being explored by deep-sea divers in just about every book that involves wrecks and divers.

Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.

A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track-an inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.

To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.

He was an inconsolable wreck. He couldn't live with so much doubt and so much intensity. He vomited colostrum over his mother and then in the hazy moment of emptiness that followed, he caught sight of the curtains bulging with light. They held his attention. That's how it worked here. They fascinated you with things to make you forget about the separation.

I learned both love and joy in a hard school/ and treasure them like the fierce salvage of/ some wreck that has been built to look like stone/ and stand, though it did not, a thousand years.

Music and books stir up emotions. They make feelings rise and clatter and wreck, and sometimes that's dangerous. But music can make you rise up and clatter and destroy when you need to, too.

Aging gracefully is supposed to mean trying not to hide time passing and just looking a wreck. Don't worry girls, look like a wreck, that's the way it goes.

I want to be lost," Silvina wrote once. "I want to be so far beyond anything that there is no map, and the compass spins wild. And when I come back, if I come back, you need to know I've changed, and with that change it means I carry 'lost' with me everywhere, even in the heart of the city. That I am lost forever, and that's how we need to be. So the systems can't find us, can't wreck us. So our heads are clear.

Vote: the instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country.

The vast plain was beautiful, but it had reduced Pea Eye to a scarred wreck.