destruction

You can't let the truth bring out the worst and let it get the best of you.

People don't care about being duped as long as they're happy, which is the shortest form of happiness; hence 'self-duprication' becomes a habit.

We all know what__ coming. The winds are picking up, spiralling closer and bringing with it a great wave of destruction_none of us can hide_no matter which side you choose, you__l be dragged into the line of fire and who__ to say, my friend, which of us will come out alive?

No one can destroy the love God has for you. When you abide in truth, you also abide in love. And truth is evidence of love. Nothing can destroy the power of trusting and loving unconditionally.

Go for the love that sets you free, not the love that destroys you from inside.

How could you love something so destructive?" I ask."Because this wolf doesn't care if your heart is whole or not," you say. "It tastes just the same.

What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can__ be trusted_? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?

Dour music has its own beauty, for the song of ruin is most fertile.

Marriage results in two possibilities: sometimes it results in prosperity, sometimes it results in destruction.

Colonialism is the mother of terrorism.

If you want to know what God thinks about any situation in the world, think like a parent.

WHO AM I?I have seven heavenly panelsLeading up to a pointed sphereI__ multidimensional like a crystalAnd my center is never clear.I__ an inventor and pioneer.A mentor to my peers.But I'm not as sound as my shell reveals,Because I__ tormented by my fears -That may appear to be groundedBut my insides are filled with tears.And the sadness is well-founded,From years and yearsOf traumatic experiencesCompoundedIn the most dementedAtmospheres.I talk but feel like nobody hears.Has reason disappeared?And, God, are you near?This is Giza__ 7th light forceAnd I'm asking you to interfere.I can no longer walk amongst the blind and deadWith open eyes and ears.I__ trying to maintain my sanityAnd to straighten up my veneerAs I roll amongst the growing calamitiesFlowing on Earth__ severely trashedFrontier.Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)

We hear the world governments talking about peace but we know each government is busy secretly making weapons capable of destroying the entire planet.

All of nature was a record of crisis and destruction and adaptation and flourishing and being knocked back down again. What had happened on New Terra was singular and concrete, but the pattern it was part of seemed to apply everywhere and maybe always.

It's not worth it to build castles on the sand if they get destroyed by the waves of reality.

Life depends on you and your choices. The real value of your life largely depends on what you do with your life. You either move the world or the world moves you! You were born to either show the world why you were born or the world shows you why you were born, period!

Man is not, by nature, deserving of all that he wants. When we think that we are automatically entitled to something, that is when we start walking all over others to get it.

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.