Clive Barker Quotes

Daniel had ruined that couple’s life. Killed their daughter. All because he’d been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it.

There is nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home. When you've lost it all, that's when you finally realize that life is beautiful.

Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.

What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

Wars break things; they break stories.

Blood and death. That moves me.

It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.

The War will leave none of us as it found us.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

War taught me that not everything is glamorous.

There are worse things than war.

I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cottonball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified.

I have been cut in two.

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?

He saved the world, but he shattered mine.

I never had innocence.

And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me.

Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed.