#ruined

I worshipped money so much that it ruined my life. Money is not my god. I just want to manage His money for Him, for the poor people, the lost kids. I just love everybody. ↗

— Brian Welch

#god #him #his #i #just

I needed a place to put the dogs. The prisoners ruined the jail, so I put the prisoners in the tents and I had a nice place to put the dogs. We treat the cats nice too, and horses. I have the inmates take care of the animals. It's therapy too, you see. ↗

— Joe Arpaio

#cats #dogs #had #horses #i

Most reputations are not ruined but forgotten. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#most #reputations #ruined

The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things. ↗

— Ernest Dimnet

#catastrophes #destructive #errors #fatal #great

As a young man you don't notice at all that you were, after all, badly affected. For years afterwards, at least ten years, I kept getting these dreams, in which I had to crawl through ruined houses, along passages I could hardly get through. ↗

— Otto Dix

#after #afterwards #along #badly #could

The czar always got his dues, no matter if it ruined a family. ↗

— Mary Antin

#czar #dues #family #got #his

I think when you dissect a joke too much, you have ruined whatever there is in comedy. ↗

— Bob Saget

#dissect #i #i think #joke #much

I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age. ↗

— A.F. Stewart

#curse #magic #ruined-city #wizard #age

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

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