destroying Quotes

“The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.”

“Mom frowned at me. ‘You’d be destroying what makes it special’ she said, ‘It’s the Joshua tree’s struggle that gives it its beauty’.”

“You can destroy wood and brick, but you can’t destroy a movement.”

“A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him.”

″‘Maybe you should just feed me to him,’ Seth said. ‘Don’t talk nonsense,’ Grandma said. Seth stood up. ‘Wouldn’t it be better than letting Olloch destroy all of Fablehaven? Sounds like he’ll get me sooner or later.‘”

“Rufus had caused her trouble, and now he had been rewarded for it. It made no sense. No matter how kindly he treated her now that he had destroyed her, it made no sense.”

“Man’s attitude toward nature is today critically important simply because we have now acquired a fateful power to alter and destroy nature. But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.”

“A prolonged war finally destroys the victors too,”

“Your mind will keep you up at night, make you cry, destroy you over and over again. You need to convince your mind that it has to let go…because your heart already knows how to heal.”

“…They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit.

“Frodo gave a cry, and there was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm’s edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle.”

“We’ll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.”

“I have not committed the ultimate act of nihilism: I have not killed the queen.”

“My advice to you, my violent friend, is to seek out gold and sit on it.””

“It’s harder to burn down a house than you think,” Luke said.

“‘It’s our nature. We destroy. It’s the constant of our kind. No matter the color of blood, man will always fall.‘”

“Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.”

“There are two kinds of hot girls: Evil Hot Girls, and Hot Girls Who Are Also Sympathetic Good-Hearted People and Will Not Intentionally Destroy Your Life (HGWAASGHPAWNIDYL).”

“There’s no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.”

“It isn’t about destroying our capability to fight so much as crushing our will to fight.”

“That’s exactly why we’re killing... to survive. We can’t allow the dead to exist beside the living. Their brains are impaired, they exist for only one purpose. They have to be destroyed.”

“Mutants surrender now--or be destroyed! Blam!”

“Such fear can destroy us completely. You’ve got to get rid of it, you’ve simply got to, if you want to turn into someone decent.”

“Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.”

“Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.”

“This moment right now-is where we decide what kind of city Artemis is going to be. We can either act now, or let our home degenerate into syndicate rule for generations. This isn’t some theoretical scenario. They burned down a business. They murdered two people. There’s a huge amount of money in play - they’re not going to stop.”

“We’re not destroying the world because we’re clumsy. We’re destroying the world because we are, in a very literal and deliberate way, at war with it.”

“You’re glumping the pond where the Humming-fish hummed! No more can they hum, for their gills are all glummed! ”

″ Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean,”

″ Then we heard the tree fall, the very last Truffula Tree of them all! ”

″ In no time at all, I had built a small shop. Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop. ”

As the story unravels, you learn that Toby lives in the Tree but his family was forced out of the Upper Branches to the bleak Lower Branches because his dad was a scientist who refused to reveal a secret that could destroy the lives of them all.

“How had the People ever left the surface? Sometimes she wished that her ancestors had stayed to fight it out with the Mud People. But there were too many of them. Unlike fairies who could produce only a single child every twenty years, Mud People bred like rodents. Numbers would subdue even magic. Although she was enjoying the night air, Holly could taste traces of pollutants. The Mud People destroyed everything they came into contact with. Of course they didn’t live in the mud anymore. Not in this country, at least. Oh no. Big fancy dwellings with rooms for everything—rooms for sleeping, rooms for eating, even a room to go to the toilet! Indoors! Holly shuddered. Imagine going to the toilet inside your own house. Disgusting!”

“What people do not want they usually destroy.”

“Somewhere out there is the origin of all the Dust, all the death, the sin, the misery, the destructiveness in the world. Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it, Lyra. That’s original sin. And I’m going to destroy it. Death is going to die.”

“This is the story of the truck roaring through the sleeping city and out into the country lanes, smashing through streetlamps and swinging from side to side and shattering shop windows and rolling to a halt when the police chased it.”

“It is telling about a young boy. It tells you about his first love and his first heart breaking. One day he was late for school. He enters the bus in hurry and in about some stops later a girl enters the bus. She has red hair and a unique perfume. And it’s the most beautiful thing the boy ever saw.”

“Every week the same day he takes the bus later than usual, so he can talk to the girl. And he does. And they start this relationship which is based on feelings from both sides. Or this is what the boy believes. When he turns back from a trip in USA, he figures out that his girlfriend was sleeping with another guy. And his heart breaks.”

“The boy continues to wait, systematically destroying all of the objects from their short-lived relationship. He rips up the bus pass from their first meeting. The phone is quiet.”

“Gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving what they can mar: destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters. All that smoke and savor rising so delicately from our altars. It leaves only ash behind.”

“I was so mad I smashed up the bike so I don’t even have that anymore. And now I’m in a new children’s home and they’ve advertised me in the papers but there weren’t many takers and now I think they’re getting a bit desperate.”

“All my bravado from this morning, the power, the perfect crime, taking down the patriarchy, the way we Liars saved the summer idyll and made it better, the way we kept our family together by destroying some part of it—all that is delusional. The dogs are dead…”

So we have, at the present moment, a society with, say, thirty per cent of the population occupied in producing useless articles, and one per cent occupied in destroying them.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him; they crush those beneath them.