Quotes About Ruin

That's the most wounding betrayal of all. The one by your own flesh. Live long enough, you see everything ruined.

Death and ruin is man's preferred ecosystem.

Death and ruin is man's preferred ecosystem. Did you ever read about the bacterium that thrives in volcanoes, right on the edge of boiling rock? That's us. Humanity is a germ that thrives on the very edge of catastrophe.

plots, true or false, are necessary things, to raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.

Many have been ruined by their fortunes, and many have escaped ruin by the want of fortune. To obtain it the great have become little, and the little great.

Everything that frees our spirit without giving us control of ourselves is ruinous.

MEPHISTO. I am the spirit that says no, no, Always! And how right I am! For surely It's right that everything that comes to be Should cease to be. And so they do. Still better Would be nothing ever was. Hence sin And havoc and ruin—all you call evil, in sum— For me's the element in which I swim.

We have made drugs an Olympic event. It receives most of the coverage at the Games and even the suspicion of guilt can ruin a reputation for life.

Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.

Making bad decisions and choosing the wrong partner can ruin your life for a long time, perhaps forever.

Perhaps it was in order to be saved, that Adam did what he did. He feared his ruin, the happiness.

È una stanza rovinata dagli uomini nel tentativo di renderla bella per le donne. Gli uomini non sanno quello che vogliamo.

he saw from the vastness of the ruin what ecstasy he had lost, what a communion.

Better be despised for too anxious apprehensions, than ruined by too confident security.

Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

It was beauty killed the beast.

Wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.

Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city.

Abomination of desolation.

Envy slays itself by its own arrows.

A-roving, a-roving,Since roving's been my ru-i-in,I'll go no more a-rovingWith you, fair maid!

he smokes so much it as if he is turning himself into ash.

Out in the forsaken city, every other structure, it seems, is burning or collapsing, but here in front of him is the inverse in miniature: the city remains, but the house he occupies is gone.

That's what the gods do they spin threads of ruin through the fabric of our lives, all to make a song for generations to come.