Quotes About Ruin

If the foundations are rotten - everything's rotten.

You don't want to get too caught up in this world." Tsunetaro's voice was stern, but his facial expression had relaxed perceptibly. "I've seen it a hundred times. You may start off as an impartial observer, but tattooing is like narcotics. You become fascinated, then addicted, and the next thing you know you're ruining your own skin with ink and dyes.

Since it is sure of its ability to control the entire domain of the visible and the audible via the laws governing commercial circulation and democratic communication, Empire no longer censures anything. All art, and all thought, is ruined when we accept this permission to consume, to communicate and to enjoy. We should become the pitiless censors of ourselves.

Când un bobârnac aleatoriu face s? se n?ruie castelul din c?r?i de joc, care s-ar fi putut surpa mult mai devreme sau mult mai târziu, descoperim peisajul postcomunist: mafio?i ?i semivagabonzi care nu mai au energie nici m?car s?-?i aminteasc?.

The economic crisis seemed to have taught them a lesson: that liberty without discipline was a formula for ruin.

Centralia, a mining town in Pennsylvania made uninhabitable by an underground fire that began in 1962 and is still burning today (the road into town bears the graffiti legend "Welcome to Hell"); and Gilman in Colorado, a lead-mining town closed because of ground toxicity.

The first panacea for a mismanaged nation is inflation of the currency; the second is war. Both bring a temporary prosperity; both bring a permanent ruin. But both are the refuge of political and economic opportunists.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

I always wanted to do a very fun, adventurous kind of car chase, and the opening of 'Ruin' is essentially like the 'Star Wars' trench run.

There seldom seemed to be a house left with a roof, or with anything much beyond its four walls, and quite often they must lie staring up at the stars, which would stare back again, aloof and untroubled.

That is the lesson that I have learnt to-night. By an act of betrayal I begot unknown to me a son who, whilst as ignorant as myself of our relationship, has come to be the evil genius of my life, to cross and thwart me, and finally to help to pull me down in ruin. It is just—poetically just. My full and resigned acceptance of that fact is the only atonement I can offer you.

It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.

A man's character is like his house. If he tears boards off his house and burns them to keep himself warm and comfortable, his house soon becomes a ruin. If he tells lies to be able to do the things he shouldn't do but wants to, his character will soon become a ruin. A man with a ruined character is a shame on the face of the earth.

La luna es un banco de metáforas arruinado.

These 'sinister communal elements' would if they came to power 'bring ruin and death to the country'.

Never endorse other's emotions just for their ego gratification, it will ruin your peace!

Money and corruption are ruining the land, crooked politicians betray the working man, pocketing the profits and treating us like sheep, and we're tired of hearing promises that we know they'll never keep.

Something's died in me," she goes. "It took a long time for it to do it, but it's dead. You've killed something, just like you'd took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

Blight is like a cancer. This is one of those all-or-nothing things.

He understood that it only took one lunatic and a torch to bring everything to ruin.

Now, he told me, I could see what humanity was worth. It could form the conception of justice, but could not trust its flesh to provide judges. Whatever it started was likely to end in old men raving. There was ruin everywhere and we should see more of it.

if Charles is undone, he'll find half his acquaintance ruined too, and that, you know, is a consolation.

Decades would pass. A few short sections would be formed in time into strangely resurrected, trunkless legs-tourist sites, sacred sites, national sites. For the line was broken, as all lines finally are; it was on longing for meaning and hope, but the annals of the past are a muddy story of chaos only. And of that colossal ruin, boundless and buried, the lone and level jungle stretched far away. Of imperial dreams and dead men, all that remained was long grass.