#ruin

When it comes to world news, attitude is what marks the distinction between justice and vengeance. Justice is pure, but vengeance brings more ruin. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bitterness #correction #distinction #hatred #instigation

...who had once been a great beauty but was now a grand and magnificent ruin, and who delighted in her ruination. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#ruination #beauty

What business does memory have with time? ↗

— Jess Walter

#memory #time #beauty

My God, is this a date?" Jeff had asked when I asked if I could bring her along. "I don't know," I said. "She might still be happily lesbian. ↗

— Jefferson Bass

#my-life-story #ruined-youth #dating

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#decay #destruction #ruin #death

Today I seen a dove collide into the sunset, on the way to heaven and a ruined raven chewing on death, over the pavement. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#curse #death #dove #hope #raven

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#dark #endings #love #phury #ruin

You know, Dag and Claire smile a lot, as do many people I know. But I always wondered if there is something either mechanical or malignant to their smiles, for the way they keep their outer lips propped up seems a bit, not false, but protective. A minor realization hits me as I sit with the two of them. It is the realisation that the smiles that they wear in their daily lives are the same as the smiles worn by people who have been good-naturedly fleeced, but fleeced nonetheless, in public and on a New York sidewalk by card sharks, and who are unable because of social conventions to show their anger, who don't want to look like poor sports. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#nihilism #ruined-youth #anger

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #fall #love #priceless #winter

Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#dark-clouds #discourage #haters #jealousy #negative-people