Quotes About Destruction

The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

War is a monster...War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows...And otherwise normal people become monsters, too.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down.

If you ever see a war," she says, not lookng up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

War is a monster. War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows. And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appal you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." Hw's looking at me now. " And otherwise normal men become monsters, too

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appal you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning." "War makes monsters of men,

La destrucción es algo muy gratificante.

In a place of all this beauty and potential, we just repeat the same mistakes. Do we hate paradise so much we have to be sure it becomes a trash heap?

War makes Monsters of Men

was rubble and broken glass, what one poet would memorably describe as "Belfast confetti.

It is a peculiar hallmark of the American economy that you can produce a dangerous product and effectively off-load any legal liability for whatever destruction that product may cause by pointing to the individual responsibility of the consumer

Some thing had eaten all the perfect soap she'd made. It dared come here, into the proper place for soap, and eat it all. She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

A ghost wants revenge, a demon wants your soul, a shamble-man is hungry and cold. It makes them less terrible. Things we understand we can try to control. But Chandrian come like lightning from a clear blue sky. Just destruction. No rhyme or reason to it.

Nobles' sons are one of nature's great destructive forces, like floods or tornadoes. When you're struck with one of these catastrophes, the only thing an average man can do is grit his teeth and try to minimize the damage.

Klebety ?loveka nútia kona? skôr, ako je pripravený, inokedy zni?ia jeho nádej, ešte než dozreje.

There is no joy!" Lanre shouted in an awful voice. Stones shattered at the sound and the sharp edges of echo came back to cut at them. "Any joy that grows here is quickly choked by weeds. I am not some monster who destroys out of a twisted pleasure. I sow salt because the choice is between weeds and nothing." Selitos saw nothing but emptiness behind his eyes.

No. It doesn't really burn technically. It simply breaks down.

Nobles' sons are one of nature's great destructive forces, like floods or tornadoes. When you're struck with one of these catastrophes, the only thing an average man can do is grit his teeth and try to minimise the damage.