Quotes About Reconstruction

The faculty of memory cannot be separated from the imagination. They go hand in hand. To one degree or another, we all invent our personal pasts. And for most of us those pasts are built from emotionally colored memories.

Truth breaks you down so it can rebuild you according to its specifications in Heaven.

There are life events that can destroy the personality, which is a lot more fragile than most people imagine, constructed as it is from bits provided by others in the most haphazard way. People can be torn down to the core, shattered, as the expression goes, and then they seek sleep. And dreams, which provide the ground for the construction of a new and more integrated self. Providing there's a core, and providing they're willing to do the work.

In a breaker's yard you discover anything can have a new life, be reborn as part of a car or railway carriage, or a shovel blade. You take that older life and you link it to a stranger.

They broke the way a man dismantling a mine broke the second his geography exploded.

On the contrary, to lay down the sword and use our labor and national treasure for the peaceful reconstruction so desperately needed at home and abroad is not to become a weak nation but a truly great one.

All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

Disassemble the cells of a sponge (by passing them through a sieve, for instance), then dump them into a solution, and they will find their way back together and build themselves into a sponge again. You can do this to them over and over, and they will doggedly reassemble because, like you and me and every other living thing, they have one overwhelming impulse: to continue to be.

Of the ear, old worrier. Water mollifies the flint lip, And daylight lays its sameness on the wall. The grafters are cheerful, Heating the pincers, hoisting the delicate hammers. A current agitates the wires Volt upon volt. Catgut stitches my fissures. A workman walks by carrying a pink torso. The storerooms are full of hearts. This is the city of spare parts. My swaddled legs and arms smell sweet as rubber. Here they can doctor heads, or any limb.

Scaling little ladders with glue pots and pails of lysol. I crawl like an ant in mourning over the weedy acres of your brow to mend the immense skull-plates and clear the bald, white tumuli of your eyes. A blue sky out of Oresteia....

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. The vase, reconstructed, houses The elusive rose. Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows. My mendings itch. There is nothing to do. I shall be good as new.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins Je veux de ces fragments étayer mes ruines ???????????????

It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Hay épocas en que uno siente que ha caído a pedazos y a la vez se ve a sí mismo en mitad de la carretera estudiando las piezas sueltas, preguntándose si será capaz de montarlas otra vez y qué especie de artefaco saldrá.

Hay épocas en que uno siente que ha caído a pedazos y a la vez se ve a sí mismo en mitad de la carretera estudiando las piezas sueltas, preguntándose si será capaz de montarlas otra vez y qué especie de artefacto saldrá.

If one wanted to assess whether a generation of homeschoolers raised on Christian Reconstruction have any influence, the Georgia State Republican Party might be a good place to start.

CHRISTIAN HOMESCHOOLING IS infused with the values of Christian Reconstruction and is seen by those in the movement as the single most important tool for the exercise of dominion.

There are two key aspects of Christian Reconstruction expressed theologically as presuppositionalism and postmillennialism, culturally as theonomy and dominion, and cast in accessible popular terms as the critique of secular humanism and the effort to restore America as a Christian nation.

It was good to know that memory could be melted down and recast if it came out flawed the first time around, just like a bell.

Human beings stand in the rubble of former beliefs.

Days – no, weeks – after the bomb and everything still smelt of burning.

By 2007, Iraqi society had completely collapsed.

Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy, were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts.