Best 86 quotes in «ruin quotes» category

How could I let a love go — one I’d been holding onto for so long — one that felt like home? It’s not easy to let go of the pieces, even though they’re the reason for my pain. I gripped them so hard that my blood fell like rain. But nothing, nothing could have prepared me for a new life with you — one I didn’t deserve, one I want to pursue.

How many different kinds of ruin do you have to see, before you resign yourself to calling it all 'ruin'?

I know who you are,” he says. Something about his tone causes my heart of smoke to flicker in response, and I throw my guard up. “Oh? And who, O boy of Parthenia, am I?” He nods to himself, his eyes alight. “You’re her. You’re that jinni. Oh, gods. Oh, great bleeding gods! You’re the one who started the war!” “Excuse me?” “You’re the jinni who betrayed that famous queen—what was her name? Roshana? She was trying to bring peace between the jinn and the humans, but you turned on her and started the Five Hundred Wars.” I turn cold. I want him to stop, but he doesn’t. “I’ve heard the stories,” he says. “I’ve heard the songs. They call you the Fair Betrayer, who enchanted humans with your . . .” He pauses to swallow. “Your beauty. You promised them everything, and then you ruined them.

If a negative viewer looks at you with an ugly fiendish eye, find a way and pluck off his eyes, or better still, protect your good image.

If life was perfect,how in the hell would v evr learn to depend on someone other dn ourselves?If anything,dt’s wat life’s taught me.D need to b perfect is stemmed in d very belief dt it’s actually something v cn achieve.Self-actualization —doesn’t exist.” “Does dt mean v don’t try then?” “No.” “It just means wen u reach end of ur rope,u shdn’t regret a damn thing,bt applaud urself for trying impossible

If you always want to have whatever you want any time you want it with no delays, and denial of self, you would end up ruining your life.

If you do not love something, then it does not belong to you. For it wont be long, before you destroy that something, exactly because, you do not love it.-

In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy is a buzzing maelstrom of quiet desperation. The shatter has been so great, there is no sound left to despair.

I love you. If you remember nothing else for the rest of your life, if you fall and hit your head and can’t remember my name, if you get so sick you’re unrecognizable, if you hate me, if you’re on your deathbed and can’t manage to even lift a finger — remember this. I. Love. You. Always. Forever. Eternally. Is that kind of love something you can handle, Saylor?

I will write your name in the ruin of them. I will paint you across history in the color of their blood.

Is a self help or personal development book ruining your life?

It sounded like the usual—seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

My new favorite title is How Jane Austen Ruined My Life. I don't have the courage to read it, though. I'm afraid to discover she's ruined mine as well.

Love has ruined me in such beautiful ways.

Me sentí como si él estuviera utilizando el doble sentido. El Gabe filosófico era un poco aterrador porque me hacía sentir más insegura que el Gabe idiota. Pero, ¿el chico sentado en este momento junto a mí? Estaba empezando a entender, él no era una sola persona. Era cada persona, todo, lo que sea que necesitabas que sea, lo era. Como un camaleón.

—Mágico —murmuró reverentemente—. La niebla. No hay manera que salga y decirte eso después de sólo conocerte en una simple hora... ¿no crees? Después de todo, soy honesto, pero no quiero parecer demasiado intenso diciéndote que pareces un ángel bajo las estrellas… un oscuro ángel. •capítulo 9

Niggas/Bitches will try to come back into your life after they tried to ruin it. Like nothing ever happened. Like they didn’t just emotionally, Financially and physically drain you for years.

Never ruin before it begins, Coin it with Patience

No,” moaned Tom in despair. “School. School straight on ahead! Why, why do dime stores show things like that in windows before summer’s even over! Ruin half the vacation!

—No quiero que seas el caballero. —Sí, pero, Lisa, creo que eso es exactamente lo que realmente anhelas. No es la adrenalina rápida del alma que late con fuerza frente a la chimenea, sino el tipo de amor que dura por horas... días. El tipo que experimentas solamente una vez en la vida, sólo cuando te entregas a ti mismo realmente por alguien más. Es lo que yo quiero contigo. •capítulo 42

No naces con miedo... naces con amor. El miedo se desarrolla mientras te das cuenta de que el mundo no es tan perfecto como habías pensado. El miedo es un hábito aprendido, y yo era su alumna. ~Lisa •capítulo 47

Routine ruins the life, variety vitalise the life.

Of Ruin and Renewal We are souls Of ruin and renewal Sorting through the rubble Of our painful past. We are souls Of ruin and renewal Waiting for the dust To settle at last We are souls Of ruin and renewal Searching for eyes that see us And walk through the debris We are souls Of ruin and renewal, We rebuild, we revive, We repurpose our own story.

People are perfectly capable of ruining their own lives by very themselves without taking any wrong guidance from outside!

[Pope] Clement waved his hands in irritation as if to dismiss the very idea. "The world is crumbling into ruin. Armies are marching. Men and women are dying everywhere, in huge numbers. Fields are abandoned and towns deserted. The wrath of the Lord is upon us and He may be intending to destroy the whole of creation. People are without leaders and direction. They want to be given a reason for this, so they can be reassured, so they will return to their prayers and their obiediences. All this is going on, and you are concerned about the safety of two Jews?

Rebellion leads to ruin.

Rushing into action, you fail. Trying to grasp things, you lose them. Forcing a project to completion, you ruin what was almost ripe. Therefore the Master takes action by letting things take their course. He remains as calm at the end as at the beginning. He has nothing, thus has nothing to lose. What he desires is non-desire; what he learns is to unlearn. He simply reminds people of who they have always been. He cares about nothing but the Tao. Thus he can care for all things.

She said "I want you to ruin me" And my pen made her into poetry!

Sentirse cómodo con alguien como Gabe era arriesgado, sobre todo teniendo en cuenta nuestro mal comienzo. Pero era imposible de resistir, sobre todo cuando era él mismo, algo que me di cuenta que no había sido mucho últimamente. —Saylor. •capítulo 24

The affairs of the people have gone to ruin. See, all the craftsmen, they do not work, The land’s foes have despoiled its craftsmen.

Sometimes you like to keep things bottled up, but that is not the best policy.

Sus ojos fueron mi ruina. —Weston. —Él me tendió la mano—. ¿Y tú eres? Estoy arruinada. —Kiersten. –capítulo 2

She was supposed to be my salvation, and though she wouldn’t be my ruin, the loss was going to thrust my life right back to what started my downward spiral in the first place.

Some friends are like sunny days, with false flames, oozing from afar, coming near without a dime.

The pursuit of goodness leads to greatness, but the pursuit of greatness, whether by a man or a nation, leads to ruin…. [G]ood men build; great men destroy. They destroy because they try to control something other than themselves and that always leads to destruction.

The corporate controlled military does a great job of ruining peoples lives.

The city defeated him. It refused to be bent into shape; it stayed a willful, sprawling, sinful place. It even told him as much. When he walked through the gutted wreck of old Saint Paul's, he tripped and fell over a piece of rubble -- a tombstone. When he got to his feet and dusted himself down he saw that it read, in Latin, 'Resurgam' -- 'I Will Rise Again.

The ‘eye for eye’ policy satisfies the logical mind but this policy is also equally impracticable. you may follow this policy against a person who is weaker than you. However, if the person is more powerful than you- like your boss, parents, government, the police-it would be disastrous to follow this policy as it may lead to your total ruin.

The fleeting systems lapse like foam,'" he mumbled what was evidently a quotation. "That's it—foam, and fleeting. All man's toil upon the planet was just so much foam. He domesticated the serviceable animals, destroyed the hostile ones, and cleared the land of its wild vegetation. And then he passed, and the flood of primordial life rolled back again, sweeping his handiwork away—the weeds and the forest inundated his fields, the beasts of prey swept over his flocks, and now there are wolves on the Cliff House beach." He was appalled by the thought. "Where four million people disported themselves, the wild wolves roam to-day, and the savage progeny of our loins, with prehistoric weapons, defend themselves against the fanged despoilers. Think of it! And all because of the Scarlet Death—

There are 7 billion people on earth. And you're going to let one person ruin your day? Don't.

The ultimate end of sadism is ruin and murder. The one in control is always the masochist.

There is a great deal of ruin in a nation.

The truth really does set you free — but what they don’t tell you is the process hurts like hell.

There is no more deadly peril than disobedience; States are devoured by it, homes laid in ruins, Armies defeated, victory turned to rout. White simple obedience saves the lives of hundreds Of honest folk." - Creon

Time was the most precious thing in the world to me, and I’d just given her all of it. Because I was falling for her. Because I cared for her. Because I wanted to give her something to remember me by, even if it would eventually fade like its namesake. Time… what an absolute horror-inducing word

The Words 2012, one world is ruin and one new world is build. One twisted pictures, one couple which loved each other... just their relationship dies... And another person just steal somebody's life and then he finds the truth...

They cannot hurt you; their active participation, the enthusiasm in their willingness to try, proves their natural affinity and disposition to ruin, chaos, and sabotage. Some do not learn you to earn you, they learn you to burn you.

We don't build the ruins. Our soul is in hate. (On ne construit des ruines. - Notre âme est dans la haine.)

When a fine old carpet is eaten by mice, the colors and patterns of what's left behind do not change,' wrote my neighbor and friend, the poet Jane Hirschfield, after she visited an old friend suffering from Alzheimer's disease in a nursing home. And so it was with my father. His mind did not melt evenly into undistinguishable lumps, like a dissolving sand castle. It was ravaged selectively, like Tintern Abbey, the Cistercian monastery in northern Wales suppressed in 1531 by King Henry VIII in his split with the Church of Rome. Tintern was turned over to a nobleman, its stained-glass windows smashed, its roof tiles taken up and relaid in village houses. Holy artifacts were sold to passing tourists. Religious statues turned up in nearby gardens. At least one interior wall was dismantled to build a pigsty. I've seen photographs of the remains that inspired Wordsworth: a Gothic skeleton, soaring and roofless, in a green hilly landscape. Grass grows in the transept. The vanished roof lets in light. The delicate stone tracery of its slim, arched quatrefoil windows opens onto green pastures where black-and-white cows graze. Its shape is beautiful, formal, and mysterious. After he developed dementia, my father was no longer useful to anybody. But in the shelter of his broken walls, my mother learned to balance her checkbook, and my heart melted and opened. Never would I wish upon my father the misery of his final years. But he was sacred in his ruin, and I took from it the shards that still sustain me.

What if he's right? We've seen great countries fall into ruin virtually overnight. What if we're next in line? That thought fills me with a kind of epochal sadness. If this little back street is anything to go by, perhaps the unraveling has already begun. Everything has suddenly fallen quiet. All the construction has stopped. The laborers have disappeared. Where are the whores and the homosexuals and the dogs with fancy coats? I miss them. How could it all disappear so quickly? I mustn't keep standing here, like some nostalgic old fool. Things will get better. They must.