Quotes About Ruins

It takes a lot of strength and patience for one to invest time and effort in rebuilding ruins. But it's another chance for rebirth.

Crossing the ruins of the garden, Charlie tripped on a cucumber vine and crashed into Margaret, and as soon as he got himself steady again, she shoved him down in a patch of brand-new tomatoes, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing. "Not to dispute the importance of your family quirk," I told John O'Malley, with a nod toward the two of them, "but sometimes you don't need to be a time traveler to see the future.

The city of Jerusalem, at the time, was in ruins, but destined to be rebuilt. Thus, Gabriel gave Daniel a mathematical prophecy: (7 + 62) times 7 times 360 = 173,880 days

No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.

The Romans spent the next 200 years using their great engineering skill to construct ruins all over Europe.

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.

When the poet died, they brought his coffin to the city of glass. There was no door: the door was a thousand daggers, beyond the door an ancient world in ruins, glass now arrowheads, axes, pottery shards, dust. There were no windows: fingers of air reached for glass like a missing lover's face.

Italy was about churches, Greece it's ruins; but Israel was about surviving and about feeling glad.

Buildings had collapsed-once tall and mighty, now headstones for the thousands buried underneath.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

They saw the ruins before they were ruins. They lived in the shining towers that reached into the sky, flew in winged carriages, and remembered all manner of magic the Ancients controlled with their fingertips—the light, the voices, bending the laws of the earth, and soaring above it.

Ontare ruina!

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact

Pouring breakfast cereal into a bowl, he saw his life crashing down in smoking ruins.

Some ruins of ancient times are much more beautiful than the best buildings of modern eras!

The shattered wall, the broken tower have a story to tell - from the touchstones of ruins and ancient texts we make a pilgrimage. from The Ruins

Sitting there in the saddle, the thing explained itself as I looked. The fallen pillar had been built upon older ruins; all Egypt is that way, ruin founded on the ruin of ruins—like human hopes.

I wondered what exactly the war had accomplished. Men had fought great battles: the Battle of the Bulge, the battle for Monte Casino, the battle for the beaches, for God and country, for God and freedom, for God and a pure race. They had left hundreds of cities in ruins and their people without shelter or food.

Do not build your tomb out of ruins, (Using) what had been made for what is to be made. Behold, the king is lord of joy, You may rest, sleep in your strength, Follow your heart, through what I have done, There is no foe within your borders.

He doesn't want to see that joy, that freedom, come crashing down, yet again, among the ruins of its own euphoric irresponsibility.

The fates have a way of demanding of a man that he suffer his greatest moments all by himself; being alone seems as often attendant upon reality as being in company is attendant upon flight from reality. (frm "Part of Our Time, Some Monuments and Ruins of the Thirties," about American Communist movement.)

Since the ruins of Egypt always attract more tourists than any other ancient place, it can be concluded that Egypt was truly a sacred nation; blessed with all the esoteric wisdom in the world.

They'd left behind their stone houses in Caer Luel and beautiful white fountains, their red-tile roofs and straight roads, their perfectly round red bowls with pictures of dogs hunting deer around the rim, their exact corners and glass cups. And now the marble statues had lost their paint and stood melancholy white streaked with moss; tiles had blown off in storms and been patched with reed; men built fire sands directly on the cracked and broken remnants of once-brilliant mosaics.

Society is not, as is commonly supposed, the development of nature, but rather her dismantling and entire recasting. It is a second building made from the ruins of the first.