Quotes About Devastation

First, those images help us understand the general and specific magnitude of disaster caused by the tsunami. The huge outpouring of aid would not have happened without those images.

The Deepwater Horizon oil spill was devastating to Louisiana's economy, environment, and way of life, but because of the resiliency of our people, we were determined to come back stronger than ever.

When you have a spinal or brain injury, or any kind of devastating illness, you kind of fall through the cracks in a sense. Your world implodes, and no one is really there to help pick up the pieces.

I was clipped from behind, and my leg got caught between my opponent's legs. As we fell, my leg snapped. It was a spiral fracture. They had to put in a plate and five screws. It was a devastating moment: one minute I was on cloud nine, and then I was out for the season.

One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.

Earth looked as if some god had attacked it with a welder's torch, slashing away at it and leaving thin trails of incandescence.

It's--my God--like you stretched a tarp across a stadium to turn it into a giant tom-tom and crashed a 747 into it.

All those cities, all those fields and farms, with nobody, and nothing left alive. Just nothing there. I simply can't take it in.

World War I saw the birth of total war, in the sense that it was fought between societies as much as armies.

I know the power of going to Mount St. Helens, and to see that level of devastation is quite something - the power of tsunamis, etc. But it's human cruelty, the base level of humanity, that scares me most.

The Death Star had destroyed an entire planet. Yes, it had been a rebel hotbed, a positive nest of treason. But surely not everyone who had died had hated the Empire. The destruction of the Death Star hit closer to home, as she had lost people she knew, but at least there had been no civilians on it. No children.

Una montaña de cuerpos se alzaba delante de ellos, inmóviles cadáveres con muecas de dolor. La ropa que llevaban y la tierra revuelta a su alrededor estaban empapadas de sangre. Los hombres asesinados yacían sobre las mujeres a las que habían tratado de proteger, las madres aún llevaban a sus hijos en brazos, y los amantes que habían intentado escudarse mutuamente descansaban en el frío abrazo de la muerte.

It was the worst of things: loss utter and complete, without a chance of restoration.

the hilltop, Roran halted and crossed his arms. Before him lay the remains of his childhood home. A corner of the house still stood—crumbling and charred—but the rest had been flattened and was already covered with grass and weeds. Nothing could be seen

If anyone here is alive," he called out again, "groan or make some sound and we'll take you out." He looked around the auditorium, taking in the burned seats, the blackened walls, the twisted piles of debris on the stage, and the smoldering bodies of the dead. But the devastated Iroquois Theater was silent.

Fierce as the world-destroying fire;

I look at him, loving this child of mine and knowing my death will devastate him. I don't want him to watch me die by degrees. I don't want that for his daughters, either. I know what it is like; some images, once seen, can never be forgotten. I want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

Patton was bombed, strafed, shelled—but he thrived on it. At the summit of a badly littered road over a hill he stopped to survey the scarred and scorched landscape of war—rubbish that used to be farms, fields in which the grass was burning, hundreds of stiff-legged, dead cattle. He threw out his arms as if trying to embrace the scene, and shouted to the sky, "Could anything be more magnificent?!

Imagine if [Juliet] woke up and he was still alive, but..." She swallowed, waiting out a tremor in her voice. "But [Romeo] had killed her whole family. And burned her city. And killed and enslaved her people.

I know about parabatai," said Magnus, an angry, dark undercurrent to his voice. "I've known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that's left —?

Oh God." said Magnus, "they're dead. They're all dead!

Oh, God," Magnus said. "They're dead. They're all dead.

Parabatai. A cruel sort of bond, he thought, that made one person out of two people, and left such devastation when half was gone.

A year after the Great Plague, London was destroyed by fire. Seventy per cent of its houses vanished into the flames. St Paul's Cathedral, the Royal Exchange, Christ's Hospital and the north end of London Bridge were engulfed. Thirteen thousand buildings, including eighty-nine churches, disappeared for ever.