Quotes About Destruction

Who liked it hot and hated snow? The Fuckwits did! the Fuckwits did! Who ate up everything that grows? The Fuckwits did! the Fuckwits did! Who drowned the world in oceans blue? The Fuckwits did! the Fuckwits did! Who took the land from me and you? The Fuckwits did, we know it's true! Are you Fuckwits, children dear? We're GARBAGETOWNERS, free and clear! But who made the garbage, rich and rank? the Fuckwits did, and we give thanks.

God is another way of talking about the power to break things, that's all. When you mean to break a goblet or a bone, well, just do it and be done. But when the things to be broken get big enough you have to start talking about God.

Heroes in motion tend to stay in motion, but villains in motion tend toward mass destruction.

That's how it goes—as soon as there's anything interesting in Ancient Greece, some arsehole with a magic hat comes along to murder it.

When it was all done and said and shot and ignited and vaporized and swept up and put away and both sincerely and insincerely apologized for, everyone left standing knew that the galaxy could not bear a second go at this sort of thing. Something had to be done. Something mad and real and bright.

I am the plague which will burn through the marrow of the Anointed City.

The opposite of Calypso is apocalypse.

Today I shall be a wicked murderous tyrant and crush something nice under my heel.

You can turn around in the dark, with the man who wants your heart looming so big, so big over you, and you can give it to him, so bright and red and pure that it destroys him. Getting what you want has that effect, more often than you think. But it's a dangerous thing, the intimate exchange of hearts in the shadows, and sometimes the man in the dark walks off with everything anyway.

Capitalism as retribution for racism. But isn't that how whiteness recruits us? Whether it's through retribution or indebtedness, who are we when we become better than them in a system that destroyed us?

Carthago delenda est

Delenda Carthago est.

Censura praevia or censura repressiva, the effect is the same. Either way, a book is destroyed. Better you do it than have us so intellectually enslaved that we do it for you.

But the pods also held the things people had created—the finest examples of the artistry and the ingenuity of our own species. How could we be so creative and so destructive at the same time?

Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc únselve The sweet especial scene, Rural scene, a rural scene, Sweet especial rural scene.

Into the snows she sweeps, Hurling the haven behind, The Deutschland, on Sunday; and so the sky keeps, For the infinite air is unkind, And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow, Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind; Wiry and white-fiery and whirlwind-swivelled snow Spins to the wido-making unchilding unfathering deeps. (from "The Wreck of the Deutschland, Part the Second")

Those two really tall buildings are the World Trade Center — the Twin Towers.

What do you want to say to me?' 'Nothing—just to talk about the profession I am entering. I am about to practice virtue in order to find a man who loves it only to destroy it' [replied Mademoiselle Vesian.] 'That is it exactly; and believe me, everything in this life is much the same. We refer everything to ourselves, and each of us is a tyrant. That is why the best of mortals is he who is tolerant.

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom. Should

Perhaps, in some innocent encounter in China between a child and a bird, a new killer flu is on its way. Or perhaps, even now, a young man or a young woman has become infected with two different strains of flu viruses. They are mixing together in the person's lungs, their genes reassorting. Emerging from that witches' brew is a new virus, a chimera, that, like the 1918 flu virus, is perfectly suited for destruction.

Într-un cuvânt, am r?mas omul care nu accept? lumea, iar unitatea È™i armonia sufletelor mele opuse const? tocmai în aceast? atitudine înc?p??ânat?. Nu vreau s? accept lumea aÈ™a cum e, de aceea încerc s-o refac cu ajutorul fanteziei sau s-o transform prin distrugere. O reconstruiesc prin art? sau încerc s-o r?storn prin teorie. Sunt dou? eforturi aparent deosebite, dar armonioase È™i convergente.

Pero los hombres se destruyen con el hierro y se compran con el oro.

Bacchus has drowned more men than Neptune.

Then it's decided. In the end, we are just as mortal as man. But while God will save a few, we will corrupt and destroy the rest of them. That is the best way to hurt Him. While many worship what you represent, most will come to believe that the existence of God is a myth." The woman spoke up. "But if they think He is a myth, won't they think that you don't exist either?" The Chairman smiled broadly this time. "Exactly.