Quotes About Ruins

The ruins proclaim the building was beautiful.

Como todas las ciudades viejas, Barcelona es una suma de ruinas. Las grandes glorias de las que se vanaglorian muchos, palacios, factorías y monumentos, insignias con las que nos identificamos, no son más que cadáveres, reliquias de una civilización extinguida.

At my age? I'm only a year older than your mother!" "Try lookin' in a mirror. Bitterness sours the soul and ruins the countenance

To the lost, transfixed among the self-inflicted ruins, All that is non-air (if this indeed is not deception) Is agony immobilized. While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

I like his optimism,' I said. 'I like the way when he and some other rabbis saw a jackal in the ruins of Jerusalem, and the others began to cry, he laughed and said that just as the prophecy of the destruction of the temple was fulfilled, so the prophecy of the rebuilding would also be fulfilled. I like that.

How grateful are you? he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. His eyes were very alert now, and his gaze was boring into mine. That kind of ruins it, when you say something like that, I said, trying to keep my voice gentle. You shouldn't want me to have sex with you just because I owe you. I don't really care why you have sex with me, as long as you do it, he said, equally gently.

Carlyle opina que «es absurdo impartir la bendición a las revoluciones o maldecirlas, pero es importante estudiarlas; es enojoso arrastrarse detrás de ellas, acompañándolas por el fango y la inmundicia; peligroso servirlas; inútil luchar contra ellas; pero es glorioso esparcir, en medio de las ruinas, semillas de fe e ideas morales que contribuyan a la reedificación».

Ruins he goes daily to look in are each a sermon on vanity.

I'm sure nothing more exciting will happen beyond finding some Roman ruins beneath the pasture," Gunner predicted, an excellent example of why he would never be called psychic in any understanding of the word.

In some respects the Hamburg firestorm can be considered a microcosm of what happened to Europe in the war. As with the rest of Europe, the bombing had transformed the city into a landscape of ruins – and yet there were still parts of it that lay serenely, miraculously, untouched.

Man is supreme lord and master Of his own ruin and disaster, Controls his fate, but nothing less In ordering his own happiness: For all his care and providence Is too feeble a defence To render it secure and certain Against the injuries of Fortune; And oft, in spite of all his wit, Is lost by one unlucky hit, And ruined with a circumstance, And mere punctilio of a chance.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Ever think about how much that sucks? Sunday is the weekend, but it's also a school night. Kind of ruins the whole day. Like if you get quiet enough on a Sunday night, you can almost hear Monday taunting you with the theme from Jaws .

My beautiful proof lies all in ruins.

In the darkness the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Even people who were normally calm and controlled were overwhelmed by anxiety and fear. Everyone looked at their house and thought, "Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'll have nothing left. We haven't hurt anyone. Why?

I am sunk in the wreck of myself . . . I live in myself like a mouse inside a ruin.

His house of cards had collapsed, and he lay among the ruins—but he was free. He felt euphoric, weightless, years younger. The only thing he missed was Indiana, but she too belonged to the past; she too had been carried off by the wind.

The model of the human habitat dictated by zoning is a formless, soul-less, centerless, demoralizing mess. It bankrupts families and townships. It disables whole classes of decent, normal citizens. It ruins the air we breathe. It corrupts and deadens our spirit.

The price spoils the pleasure.

There's always Tunisia. Amid the smoking ruins of the Middle East, there is that one encouraging success story.

When you look at the startling ruins of Nuremberg, you are looking at a result of the war. When you look at the prisoners on view in the courthouse, you are looking at 22 of the causes.

No country has suffered so much from the ruins of war while being at peace as the American.

Another senior librarian I interviewed that day told me that seeing the library in ruins so traumatized her that she didn't get her period for the next four months.

This kind of nostalgia characterizes national and nationalist revivals all over the world, which engage in the antimodern myth-making of history by means of a return to national symbols and myths and, occasionally, through swapping conspiracy theories. Restorative nostalgia manifests itself in total reconstructions of monuments of the past, while reflective nostalgia lingers on ruins, the patina of time and history, in the dreams of another place and another time.