Quotes About Destruction

It is not possible . . . to concentrate enough military planes with military loads over a modern city to destroy that city.

The impulse to mar and to destroy is as ancient and almost as nearly universal as the impulse to create. The one is an easier way than the other of demonstrating power.

For domination has nothing whatsoever to do with good government, and power as an end in itself destroys good government.

Fear is destructive and defeating, but faith is constructive and creative.

Ignorance is what is destroying us and not the devil.

One rash person in the right place and earth could be a sterile cinder in seconds, but that's been more-or-less true for a century.

There are many upright and faithful who live all the commandments and whose lives and prayers keep the world from destruction.

Loving the world destroys our relationship with God, it denies our faith in God, and it discounts our future with God.

Plutonium has a quite extraordinary relationship with people. They made it, and it kills them.

I do not need help destroying my relationship. I was raised by my father. I've completed a thirty-year seminar on the power of destroying relationships.

Actually, the quotation is more accurately depicted as 'Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.' Proverbs, chapter sixteen, verse eighteen.

History has remembered the kings and warriors, because they destroyed; art has remembered the people, because they created.

And one battle looks much like another when you survey the corpses after.

Stalking skills. Good stalking skills are essential in order to surprise and ambush enemy forces. Poor stalking skills expose a light infantry force to detection, which often means defeat and destruction.

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

Comes at the last, and with a little pinBores through his castle wall, and farewell king!

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide archOf the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space.Kingdoms are clay.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

When a farm or a family is stricken, nature destroys what humankind has made. Houses peel and crumble. Tilled fields are subsumed by weeds and grasses. Well-tended orchards become knotted, spectral forests. The earth, given an opening, always reclaims itself and obliterates order—erasing the outward evidence of an agrarian society.

Turnings come in cycles of four. Each cycle spans the length of a long human life, roughly eighty to one hundred years, a unit of time the ancients called the saeculum. Together, the four turnings of the saeculum comprise history's seasonal rhythm of growth, maturation, entropy, and destruction:

War is at its best barbarism.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

People are deceived and drawn on step by step, till war, death and destruction are upon them.