Quotes About Destruction

First I thought it was numbness, shock. The inability to believe that a just God could allow someone to destroy a gold mine of prehistoric knowledge for a year's worth of Salisbury steak...Life is a mystery. One man's life- altering experience is another man's tenderloin.

Mrs. Cooke reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, and threw it with all her force onto the asphalt.

I'm not sure when "destruction" officially becomes a "rampage," but when that vampire started kicking down the buildings next to the police station I decided that we had a good old fashioned rampage on our hands.

In my absence, the surveyor had become a kind of frenzied serial killer of the inanimate.

The banal drawling frowning speech of men who don't care about what they're doing. Until forced to. Who all unawares destroy their own warrens, who poison their own food, convinced of righteousness.

You think I suffer, with all the people I have killed, the hundreds of lives I have destroyed. Should not demons visit me at night? Should I not be tormented by guilt? Sometimes I lie still in my be and wait for judgement, but it never arrives.

In fact, he was barely a man anymore. He was the devil. And sooner or later the devil destroyed everything in his reach. It was his nature.

It is the intense pain that destroys a person's self and world, a destruction experienced spatially as either the contraction of the universe down to the immediate vicinity of the body or as the body swelling to fill the entire universe.

Una ola de ira inundo mis calles y mis cielos vacíos. Esa ola que no se ve y que de pronto avanza, derriba puentes, muros, quita vidas y hace generales.

A tormenting thought: as of a certain point, history was no longer real. Without noticing it, all mankind suddenly left reality; everything happening since then was supposedly not true; but we supposedly didn't notice. Our task would now be to find that point, and as long as we didn't have it, we would be forced to abide in our present destruction.

Spesso si parla dell'istinto di distruzione della massa, è la sua caratteristica più vistosa, quella che, innegabilmente, si ritrova ovunque nei paesi e nelle civiltà più diverse.

A destruction, an annihilation that only man can provoke, only man can prevent.

It was a destructive novel of acquired ideas. To finally wake up in a state of creative anguish, to lose oneself in order to find oneself again, to sleep in the arms of a beautiful student whose name one didn't know, to fall back to sleep over a love poem-that was called existence. The harmonics of artistic creation, of fertile sensibility, of anticipated events-history in movement-that was called a privilege.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us.

Somos culpables de haber destruido muchos dones de la naturaleza y de haber perdido toda espiritualidad.

Here is the knowledge, so easy and mean: find what they love and wreck it. Simple.

if I am not actively creating something, then I am probably actively destroying something

It has taken me years to learn this, but it does seem to be the case if that I am not actively creating something, then I am probably actively destroying something

Give your mind a job to do, or else it will find a job to do, and you might not like the job it invents (eating the couch, digging a hole through the living room floor, biting the mailman, etc.). It has taken me years to learn this, but it does seem to be the case that if I am not actively creating something, then I am probably actively destroying something (myself, a relationship, or my own peace of mind).

He's right that war destroys … can destroy everything.

Hate is a destructive emotion, but it does not destroy the object of hatred. It destroys the one who hates

Story of my life: I am so self-destructive, I turn solutions into problems. Everything I touch, I ruin. I'm Midas in reverse.

This choreography of ruin, the world breaking like glass under a microscope, the way it doesn't crack all at once, but spreads out from the damaged cavities. Still for a moment it all recedes. The backyard potatoes swell quietly buried beneath their canopy of leaves. The wind rubs its hands through the trees.

We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we are really like.