Quotes About Ruin

Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.

a mere nothing in your eyes, though three times the dowry of an archduchess of Austria. Bonaparte received only two hundred and fifty thousand francs with Maria-Louisa." "Maria-Louisa was the ruin of Bonaparte," muttered Mathias.

The people her own age had not ever recovered from the war. The older people are still in the pain of history. Some say it is over, the A'atsika way. It isn't, Ruth wanted to tell the world that she hangs by her strength. Alone. Don't be fooled. This is just America happening to us again. She would like to keep them from ruining themselves altogether.

Soy de la opinión de que en la ceguera hacia la belleza no hay nada que implique necesariamente una ceguera hacia la fealdad, por la que Kevin ha desarrollado desde siempre una notable sensibilidad. Es muy posible que la existencia de tantos y tan diferentes matices entre lo sórdido y lo exquisito tenga por objeto que ni al espíritu más ruin se le niegue todo refinamiento.

Business-class travel. If you haven't done it, then you can only imagine it. And once you have done it, you can never unimagine it—you are ruined for life.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

Part of coming from old money, apparently, was having old-person habits, those gross, adult needs and desperate palliatives. The Object was still too young for the effects to tell on her. She didn't have eye bags yet or stained fingernails. But the appetite for sophisticated ruin was already there. She smelled like smoke, if you got close. Her stomach was a mess. But her face continued to give off its autumnal display.

Rodolphe manages to protect her from those who would ruin her, and eventually she is redeemed and sent to a convent, where her innate goodness is instantly recognized and she is made an abbess. (She dies from the honor).

They killed the world and called it progress.

kar.a.bek.i.an (n.); (from Rabo Karabekian, U.S. 20th Cent. painter). Fiasco in which a person causes total destruction of own work and reputation through stupidity, carelessness or both.

Only a monopolist could study a business and ruin it by giving away products.

Things fall apart and happen out of stupidity and carelessness.

Few revolutions succeed, and when they do, you often discover they did not gain what you hoped for, and you condemn yourself to perpetual fear, as the parties you defeated may always regain power and work for your ruin.

The male has a negative Midas Touch -- everything he touches turns to shit.

If measure and symmetry are absent from any composition in any degree, ruin awaits both the ingredients and the composition... Measure and symmetry are beauty and virtue the world over.

ahhh the beauty of annihilation. There's nothing like it.

I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard

It was a scene of ruin and despair, and of a ponderous, timeless, inertial heaviness.

La creazione richiede tempo e amore, la distruzione solo qualche secondo di follia.

When one group unites its power, those nearby must ally for protection. Then, there's a scramble for more power, while jealousies and fears breed new hatreds, internally and externally. And finally, there's ruin

So it went on continually, the recurrence of love and conflict between them. One day it seemed as if everything was shattered, all life spoiled, ruined, desolate and laid waste. The next day it was all marvellous again, just marvellous. One day she thought she would go mad from his very presence, the sound of his drinking was detestable to her. The next day she loved and rejoiced in the way he crossed the floor, he was sun, moon and stars in one.

and of storehouses and of freight-trains—destruction

Tea Cake went out and wandered around. Saw the hand of horror on everything. Houses without roofs, and roofs without houses. Steel and stone all crushed and crumbled like wood. The mother of malice had trifled with men.

The thoughts into which our spirit is suddenly plunged are like a shoreless sea, in which we may swim for a moment, but where our love is doomed to drown and die. And it is a frightful death. Are not our feelings the most glorious part of our life? It is this partial death which, in certain delicate or powerful natures, leads to the terrible ruin produced by disenchantment, by hopes and passions betrayed.