Nikola Tesla Quotes

It is useless to live on burned ruins.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

Their casualties and bodies are many. Their equipment and vehicles, several were destroyed.

I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.

If it costs ten years, and ten to recover the general prosperity, the destruction of the South is worth so much.

Compilers resemble gluttonous eaters who devour excessive quantities of healthy food just to excrete them as refuse.

No one wins a war. It is true, there are degrees of loss, but no one wins.

I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.

October's bellowing anger breakes and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken woodIn whose lament I hear a voice that grievesFor battle's fruitless harvest, and the feudOf outrage men. Their lives are like the leavesScattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blownAlong the westering furnace flaring red.O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,The burden of your wrongs is on my head.

And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!' And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road.

If I lose you because of the blind idiot I've been then I will be the one who is destroyed

The idea of what it is like to lose everything is awful.

I burn the way money burns.

and it was not until I began to think, that I began fully to know how wrecked I was, and how the ship in which I had sailed was gone to pieces.

This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

Vous perdez votre temps! (You're wasting your time.)

War represents the supreme failure of nations to resolve their differences. From a strictly pragmatic standpoint, it is the most inefficient waste of lives and resources ever conceived.

Loosing you would be the only thing that could destroy me

Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les be" tes l'ont mange . Don't search any further for my heart; wild beasts ate it.

Wars make people rich - and they make a lot of people poor, and they take a lot of people's lives away from them.

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.