Quotes About Explosion

The Big Bang definitely has erotic overtones.

Nearly all the violence that we hear about in the media is triggered by rage, and more specifically, by impotent rage. Impotent rage results when a person feels rejected and humiliated by people and feels powerless to do anything about it. Having few effective internal coping skills, the person explodes and lashes out at the world.

At 1.24 am on 26 April 1986 Chernobyl's Unit 4 reactor exploded after staff disabled safety systems and performed an ill-advised experiment to check – ironically enough – the reactor's safety.

I look at going to Hollywood as going behind enemy lines. You parachute in, set up the explosion, then fly out before it goes off.

There's a hole as big as Lucifer's arse in the hull where the powder barrels blew out,

I have small energy weapons built into both arms, but the one I went for was the big projectile weapon clamped to my back. The hostile that had just exploded up out of the ground had a really big mouth, so I felt I needed a really big gun.

The hostile that had just exploded up out of the ground had a really big mouth, so I felt I needed a really big gun.

It had been odd to envy their grief, but I had. I envied the explosion and finality of it-- their sobs and tears... Her passing came slowly, over months and years, in the dull bits, pieces, and mundane hours that I worked to stay alive... The memories of her became disconnected blurred images, warm hands cupping my cheeks, a tuneless hum as she worked, words that floated in the air, her finger pressed to my lips.

Les échos de la bombe d'amour allaient et venaient. Mon cœur en aurait longtemps encore des acouphènes. Cette sensation d'extraordinaire gâchis continuait de me hanter. Neutraliser la bombe d'amour était un exercice terriblement mélancolique. Le tout était de ne pas la faire exploser une nouvelle fois

Transcendence means nothing outside of the notion of the 'flesh.' With the notion of the flesh, mean: there is an explosion toward the world or being. I participate in this explosion like other human bodies. This explosion is not made 'in me,' but in front of me. It is like a fuse held in front of my objective body, which the body lights itself, but which is not one of its properties: I am, along with my body, only the one who lights this conflagration.

From the soft bluff, I could hear the rush of the river above the hum of locusts. A fingernail sliver of moon laid out the highway gray and bent. The Little Dipper tilted. I struck a match and lit the green stem. When it sizzled, I threw it high and far, exploding the whole summer.

My meth lab tends to explode. I move to a new one like a hermit crab.

And Prometheus was flying directly toward them. William Shakespeare shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Now, I've never been a warrior,and I know little about tactics,but shouldn't we be flying in the other direction?" They were close enough now to see the wide-eyed anpu in the nearest craft. "We will," Prometheus said. "Just as soon as the missiles explode." "Which missiles?" Shakespeare asked. "The two just behind us.

Dora pushed the mirror, sending it shattering to the floor. "Whoops." She turned to face Dee and pulled off her dark glasses to reveal the mirrors of her eyes. "You should go now. You've got about three seconds." Dee didn't quite make it out of the shop before it exploded.

Alice watched us with the affectionate, slightly mocking look that women get when they witness a conversation between men—that oddity, not quite buggery, or duel, but something in between. Above our heads the linden branches stirred in the breeze. Just then, in the distance, I heard a soft, muffled noise like an explosion.

One day the worlds male population will spontaneously combust because they've kept too much stuff in for too long.

It looked like a Roman candle to me.

We endure a whole storm of illusions within ourselves. A storm born of fear and despair. Like an explosion leading into hyperspace where hundreds of millions of fear scenarios are played. It's like cinema, and you are a screenwriter who endures it as if wears virtual glasses.

Every synapse in the punk's brain overloads and goes ka-blooey.

We shall go wild with fireworks...And they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness. We don't have any fireworks that big

Big ring around moon, three or four days from full. Rain coming? Big wave every 10 seconds, sometimes like distant explosion, booming sub-bass.

I don't want you to worry about protecting my feelings or your father's or anybody's. When you were little you always tried to make everyone ahppy. Then it was like one day you just exploded.

at the expiration of eighteen minutes, the explosion seemed to raise her bodily about six feet;

The other bomb disappeared