Quotes About Destruction

I am part man, and I notice women's breasts and thighs with the calculation of a man choosing a mistress ... but that is the artist and the analytical attitude toward the female body ... for I am more a woman; even as I long for full breasts and a beautiful body, so do I abhor the sensuousness which they bring ... I desire the things which will destroy me in the end...

Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

Again, this is a death. Is it the air, The particles of destruction I suck up? Am I a pulse That wanes and wanes, facing the cold angel? Is this my lover then? This death, this death?

We are being made aware that the organization of society on the principle of private profit, as well as public destruction, is leading both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated industrialism, and to the exhaustion of natural resources, and that a good deal of our material progress is a progress for which succeeding generations may have to pay dearly.

And then you came back, you The angel of destruction-just as I felt sure. In a moment, at your touch, there is nothing but ruin.

Humans turn the places they live into great crowded piles of mud and stone, like the nests termites build--but what happens when in all the world there are only termite hills left but no bush?

Because there is no challenge, there is no reason to work hard. And with no reason to work hard, we all have become lazy. Lazy people are like cancer. They spread. Before you know it, the entire country is destroyed.

As I see the world, there's one element that's even more corrosive than missionaries: tourists. It's not that I feel above them in any way, but that the very places they patronize are destroyed by their affection.

He has artistry, he repeated. Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.

And I will love you; for such as I am, I do not give my love lightly, but once given it is sure. Only remember this, if ever you make an enemy of me, your life shall be as dust or sand in the wind. For what a demon loves and loses he will destroy, and my power is the mightiest you are ever likely to know.

To snuff a candle is pleasing. But to finish you, my dear, is to blot out a sun. How could I resist it?

You could not resist the bait, this reputation of mine. It inflamed your vanity, Cyrion. As you reputation inflames mine. Jealousy. You must destroy the wicked Hasmun and his wax, and rule alone the cities of the coast. Eh, my honey? And I must and will destroy Cyrion.

If they wed this evening, we can let them have at least one night to imagine themselves in Paradise, before the walls of Montargo and Chenti come smashing down round their poor little ears and they know themselves in Hell instead.

It's been said that whom the gods would destroy they first make mad. A large sum of cash can create illusions of endless wealth, especially if it's a new experience.

You'll have to learn to control your emotions. They're new, like achild's now, bursting with passion. Never let them fade, or part of you will die. But they cal also destroy you. Hold them dear, but don't let them take hold of you.

This is a labyrinth of wickedness and destruction and pleasure and, above all, love, because in the end it's all just one big, mind-bending love story, isn't it?

You humans are lovers, yes? So you have this awful tendency to reject Him who first loved you and follow after intoxicating sense. Evil is a jealous lover who will try to destroy what it cannot posses.

But he'd resisted them, and the more he did, the harsher their attacks became. During the worst of it, he'd begged for death. Death is too small a price for your sins, they'd whispered. They wanted him alive for the final showdown. For the day Haven Valley was destroyed from within. Jamie didn't understand what it meant, but their haunting words filled him with a deeper fear than he'd ever known.

They were hardly fit for life, much less the forests. And yet they would likely defile the lakes, ravage the forests, and plant their desert wheat. These were the people of the colored forest gone amuck. The walking dead. Better buried at the base of a cliff than

Because the real wolf comes to kill. To steal. To destroy.

Even now, years later, it's hard to tell why the government stood by and let the city of New Orleans be destroyed, dispatching troops rather than help.

He stomped away like a pint-sized Godzilla looking for Tokyo.

The human race will be the cancer of the planet.

When creativity is frustrated or warped, the effect upon the possessor and the environment can be appalling, because creativity's flip side is destruction.