Bhumibol Adulyadej Quotes

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

...they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

War continues to divide people, to change them forever, and I write about it both because I want people to understand the absolute futility of war, the 'pity of war' as Wilfred Owen called it.

Haiti looks like a bomb hit it.

Many great novels have shown a world torn to shreds by the brutality of war. To do so, their authors ground their texts in the details of destruction and decay.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, beginning of destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I can't guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished there most likely be nothing left. So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair.

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.

In a world where England is finished and dead: I do not wish to live.

The war has ruined us for everything.

My soul is lost, my friend, tell me how do I begin again? My city's in ruins, my city's in ruins.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

The inconveniences we faced within this state are minor compared to... New Orleans.

One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we'd lost everything.

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

I guess I look like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited.

Wars break things; they break stories.

What I was trying to convey there was the kind of waste land that was left after the war. It was a bit like one always thinks of war, you know, stark scenery and no birds, no trees, no leaves, nothing living. And just emptiness.

I lost my faith in God when I lost my daughter to Cancer, the beast. I begged, I cried, I offered my life for hers, and day by day, I watched that beautiful little Angel slip off. So, excuse me for not taking my seat next to you on Sunday in Church, I feel too cheated to worship.

All of a sudden their husband's dead and maybe a child is dead and they have absolutely nothing - and they're heading through the desert at night.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.