Quotes About Ruined

It was ridiculous and embarrassing and inevitable, for it didn't matter that motherhood had kicked the hell out of her and ruined her confidence; it had also swamped her so with love that she was only half a person without her daughter.

And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.

But it is my experience that you learn everything in this world out of order. You only know what you needed to know after it's already done getting ruined all over you.

It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.

Avarice has ruined more men than prodigality, and the blindest thoughtlessness of expenditure has not destroyed so many fortunes as the calculating but insatiable lust of accumulation.

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.

Picking had ruined his hands for delicate woodwork.

There is something that happens to the mind in moments of terror. Perhaps we figure it's the last we'll ever have and we record it for the rest of our long journey. We take perfect snapshots an album to despair over. We trim the edges and place them in plastic. We tuck the scrapbook away to take out in our ruined times.

They looked ruined and decrepit, the sort of men who'd soon turn into empty chairs.

I dragged on my ruined life in darkness and grief, wrathful in my heart...

resentment, the emotion that, Jane Amery would write, 'nails every one of us onto the cross of his ruined past.'

Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.

What if loving something means you should mostly feel frustrated and thwarted? And then a little ruined, too, by the pursuit? But you keep coming back for more?

Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.

He has gone to the demnition bowwows.

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

I'm ruined beyond repair, is what I fear...And if so, in time we'd both be wretched and bitter." "I know people can be mended. Not all, and some more immediately than others. But some can be. I don't see why not you." "Why not me?

January, month of empty pockets!... The tourist is ruined by his equipment before even reaching the mountain-slope; what use will they be, those deep, buttoned, leather-lined pockets? Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead. With a diver's courage more than one woman this month plunges into some neglected chest, into wardrobes given over to darkness and camphor. The purse may be empty but one must nevertheless keep up with the spring fashions...

Teaching has ruined more American novelists than drink.

Cinquenta anos perdidos. Cinquenta anos gastos sem objetivo, a maltratar-me e a maltratar os outros. Cinquenta anos, quantas horas inúteis… Estraguei a minha vida. Estraguei-a estupidamente.

Everything you touch turns to broken.

It was a distinction, my dear Dorian — a great distinction. Most people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honour.

All insanity. Patriotism, sorrow for the dead, music, future of the race. To be or not to be. Life's dream is o'er. End it peacefully. They can live on. (He gazes far away mournfully.) I am ruined. A few pastilles of aconite. The blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. (He breathes softly.) No more. I have lived. Fare. Farewell.