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We live ruins amid ruins.
Ruins can be rebuilt.
ruins." A flush spread up
Ruining is a gift .. it's the way of changing.
Treasure is stored in the ruined places.
Do not break the hearts of the poor and heartbroken people
Sometimes you can't help but destroy the intricate things in life.
Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable.
Ruin followed, like the echo of a bitter cry, or the shadow that hunts with the beast of prey.
Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.
The fate of all things cherished and expensive, to be lost at hazard, and well before their time
They desecrate Riora's sacred temple! She will be enraged."
"Oh, gods, look at the marble. We are all beyond doomed."
"Somebody put a plant in front of it!
The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.
Sink, suffer, self-destruct
Rise stronger, reconstruct
Man is a god in ruins.
Every ruin is packed like a biscuit box.
All things have their ends and cycles. And when they have reached their highest point, they are in their lowest ruin, for they cannot last for long in such a state. Such is the end for those who cannot moderate their fortune and prosperity with reason and temperance.
All creative effort - including the making of an omelet - is preceded by destruction.
Long road to ruin, there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights.
No tomorrow, no dead-ends in sight!
Honours, monuments, whatever the ambitious have ordered by decrees or raised in public buildings are soon destroyed: there is nothing that the passage of time does not demolish and remove.
What's old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
Bankruptcy and repudiation are the springboards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savagestands on the unelastic plank of famine.
You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
But nothing else escapes all-ruinous time.
Earth's might decays, the might of men decays,
Honor grows cold, dishonor flourishes,
There is no constancy 'twixt friend and friend,
Or city and city; be it soon or late,
Sweet turns to bitter, hate once more to love.
We can now destroy or we can cherish-the choice is ours.
Where there is a ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
...[I]t is pain to think of innocence in ruin.
I am talking about societies drained of their essence, cultures trampled underfoot, institutions undermined, lands confiscated, religions smashed, magnificent artistic creations destroyed, extraordinary possibilities wiped out.
Ruins are the cathedrals of Time.
Success tempts many to their ruin.
Catastrophes come when some dominant institution, swollen like a soap-bubble and still standing without foundations, suddenly crumbles at the touch of what may seem a word or idea, but is really some stronger material source.
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.
The ruin of a State is generally preceded by an universal degeneracy of manners and contempt of religion.
Here society is reduced to its original elements, the whole fabric of art and conventionality is struck rudely to pieces, and men find themselves suddenly brought back to the wants and resources of their original natures.
There's nothing as dear as the sight of ruins.
Proud houses fall into decline and great cities pass into ruin. The stories of those things are lost to forgotten languages and moth-eaten scrolls. Vine and root grapple with the rune carved in stone, and rust carries away, fleck by fleck, the great gates of iron.
From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.
Most humans recognize their ruin, but they carry on regardless.
A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.
Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.
Everything that frees our spirit without giving us control of ourselves is ruinous.
The synonyme of usury is ruin.
It was a net from which it seemed to me, a few hours ago, that there was no possible escape. But he had not that supreme gift of the artist, the knowledge of when to stop. He wished to improve that which was already perfect ... and so he ruined all.
They who were so important, who wanted to create the world, are dumbfounded; everything crumbles.
What you fail to destroy will eventually destroy you.
It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.
If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
Anything man can make, man can destroy.
The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.
The crushed
teapot
in
the rubbish
of the
bulldozed
house
will sing
in your
ears
forever.
To the disrupters go the spoils.
Do not destroy what you cannot create.
You don't know how precarious things are, how close this world is to falling back into ruin.
This man was once my salvation. Now, he will be my ruin.
Those who oppose all reform will do well to remember that ruin in its worst form is inevitable if our national life brings us nothing better than swollen fortunes for the few and the triumph in both politics and business of a sordid and selfish materialism.
Greatness lives on the edge of destruction
Blessed are they that crumble; from them new worlds are made.
The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.
Ruin, comes when the trader, whose heart is lifted up by wealth, becomes ruler
Now it was ruined. That was what I wanted. And now it had happened.
An endless defeat
Freedom in a commons brings ruin to all.
Success has ruin'd many a man.
We are the damaged heirs of a damaged cultural style which has been practiced now for about seven thousand years.
You let everything stand until it's knocked over and then you go over and write your own ruins
A word and everything is saved.
A word and all is lost.
If the case be such indeed, that all mankind are by nature in a state of total ruin, then, doubtless,the great salvation by Christ stands in direct relation to this ruin, as the remedy to the disease.
Seek the tarnish and you shall find
Destroy or be destroyed! I just love that way of life!
The frontiers of the future will be the ruins of the unsustainable.
Na razrusha'ya. E'ya razrushost." (Translation): I am not ruined. I am ruination.
Builders build.
Destroyers come behind builders to destroy their works.
They cannot.
The legacy is already planted.
The whole track of history is marked with the ruin of empires which having been founded in injustice, or perpetuated by wrong, were ultimately destroyed.
The ruins stood above the hissing traffic like some monument to doomed expectations.
These old people. These human ruins.
Self-destruction is an art; cursed are the exponents.
The proudest city in all the world was gone in an instant, its fabled empire vanished in a day, the Lands of the Long Summer scorched and drowned and blighted.
I ruin every fucking thing I touch, Aly, and I refuse to ruin you.
Whoever conquers a free town and does not demolish it commits a great error and may expect to be ruined himself.
I sometimes wonder whether century-old ruins look so beautiful to us beacause they were *meant* to ruin in a beautiful way. There was a Romantic facination with structural decay; wealthy gentry had custom-built ruins erected on their estates, their own little Country Churchyards to elegize in
Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.
The genesis of life, unfold before us, the mere essence of our being ... ... tarnished.
Mankind can no longer survive on its own.
If I destroy you, what business is it of yours?
One's destruction is never a place, but rather a new way of seeing things. (Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch)
I must say ... that I ruined myself: and that nobody, great or small, can be ruined except by his own hand.
Suretyship (Dogma) is the precursor of ruin.
You will fall to ruin because you believe that exceptions to the rule make new rules.
Dour music has its own beauty, for the song of ruin is most fertile.
We find ourselves in a world of transporting pleasures, ravishing beauties, and tantalising possibilities, but all constantly being destroyed, all coming to nothing. Nature has all the air of a good thing spoiled.
The sight of so many ruins destroys any desire to build shanties; all this ancient dust makes one indifferent to fame.
What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?
This was her home, her ruin, her scattered dream.
In the convulsions of the commodity economy, we begin to recognize the monuments of the bourgeoisie as ruins even before they have crumbled.
Disaster beats stasis. Better a rolling stone than a moss-covered rock ...
Everything pure is eventually tarnished, people are ruined, and memory is, by definition, incomplete.
this history will soon be swept away by the Waterless Flood. Nothing will remain of the Exfernal World but decaying wood and rusting metal implements; and
Shame on those who remain unmoved, whose pace fails to quicken, on entering one of these old habitations, a manor-house falling to wrack and ruin or a desecrated church!
The walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins.
Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.
The perennial gale of creative destruction