Wreckage Quotes

“The wreckage of stars - I built a world from this wreckage.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Dithyrambs of Dionysus

“It's not as easy
as it is with chewing shame and foolishness
to chew the wreckage of broken time.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“In the midst of this screaming era
desires break constantly
longings cracks persistently
and countless dreams keep spilling around.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“One misstep was all it took, and it all came crashing down. And they were right there waiting for it—eager and ready to bury me in the wreckage.”
― Bianca Scardoni, Inception

“Sometimes poetry is a way of finding beauty in the chaos; a flower growing in ruins of love's wreckage.”
― John Mark Green

“Where mermaids live looks a bit like your pool.' said Bernard. 'Except they build houses out of whale bones and the wreckage of sunken ships. They play chess with seahorses. They wear capes of fish scales and sleep on beds made from seaweed.'

As we listened, I thought I heard a slight splashing from the far end of the pool.

'At night,' Bernard continued, 'they turn on an electric eel for a night-light, and they light a fire, and the smoke goes up a chimney made from coral.'

'Wait a minute,' interupted Zoe, clearly immersed in Bernard's description. 'If they live underwater, how could they have a fire?'

'You should ask them,' said Bernard.

Zoe and I open our eyes.

Now, look, I know the light was just playing tricks on us. And I know we'd all probably inhaled too much sequin glue. But for the briefest moment, the blue of Zoe's pool gave way to deeper, darker aqua-colored water. The few plants and rocks were replaced with a lagoon and a waterfall where several mermaids lounged half in the water, half in the sun. They splashed and dove, their laughter making the same sound as the water.”
― Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend

“Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Envy and respect are not the same things...
Before I endow you with respect, I should find out whether your curiosity is intellectual or merely morbid. Not that those who gawk at train derailments are so different from those who conduct autopsies; both want, at some level, to know what has happened, and, by extension, what will happen. Did the liver fail because of the decedent's alcoholism or was some toxin administered? If the deliverer is found, he or she may be imprisoned or, in more honest times, hanged, and thus pose no further threat. Or for the gawker at the accident, espying loose parts not unlike his or her own parts strewn amid wreckage may lead to a sense of awe at death's power, or horror at life's fragility, either of which may be instructive in any number of ways.”
― Christopher Buehlman, The Lesser Dead

“I have to let her remain here if she wants to. She's wreckage. It's as simple as that. We have these obligations to our human ruins.”
― Charles Baxter, There's Something I Want You to Do

“She'd made a wreck of things, but thankfully God could take the wreckage and turn it into something beautiful.”
― Jody Hedlund, Love Unexpected

“I could break things in a thousand ways--anything from surgical dismantling as meticulous as a bomb squad work to wrecking ball style mass destruction. If I broke a thing, it stayed broke. If I broke one of my things, I lived with the pieces, or replaced it.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, The Opposite of Everyone

“The strewn and tangled wreckage that litters our lives is the precious raw material from which great beginnings are forged.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“We’ll create some new memories,” Ally said. “Like setting their secret lairs on fire and roasting marshmallows over the wreckage.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Forged Futures

“If you lose money in business, you can still cover up the loss. If you lose time, the only thing you have by your side is wreckage.”
― Ajeet Sharma, Three Marketeers

“To release ourselves from accountability to our choices is to say that we can be ‘reckless’ without causing a ‘wreck.’ And maybe that’s why the road of life looks more like a parking lot.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“It was nine o'clock, cloudy, and a little like one of those science fiction movies where a few survivors are clinging to the wreckage, living out their days in the dry husk of civilization.”
― James Sallis, Death Will Have Your Eyes

“A spirit of practicality had come to her aid. It was only human. When the earthquake stops, when the flood recedes, when the volcanic dust settles or the guns fall silent, the survivors pick their way through the rubble and debris and wreckage. A chair leg here, a first communion certificate or a bundle of love letters there. The flotsam and jetsam of the old ways―the ways that will never return.”
― Adrian Mathews, The Apothecary’s House

“The ultimate effect of all these stories about an original state of innocence and equality, like the use of the term ‘inequality’ itself, is to make wistful pessimism about the human condition seem like common sense: the natural result of viewing ourselves through history’s broad lens.”
― David Graeber and David Wengrow

“I have difficulty imagining what trouble the High King got into in his own rooms, but it doesn't take me long to discover. When we arrive, I spot Cardan resting among the wreckage of his furniture. Curtains ripped from their rods, the frames of paintings cracked, their canvases kicked through, furniture broken. A small fire smoulders in a corner, and everything stinks of smoke and spilled wine.

Nor is he alone. On a nearby couch are Locke and two beautiful faeries- a boy and a girl- one with ram's horns, the other with long ears that come to tufted points, like those of an owl. All of them are in an advanced state of undress and inebriation. They watch the room burn with a kind of grim fascination.
...
'Carda-' I remember myself and sink in to a bow. 'Your Infernal Majesty.'

He turns and, for a moment, seems to look through me, as though he has no idea who I am. His mouth is painted gold, and his pupils are large with intoxication. Then his lip lifts in a familiar sneer. 'You.'

'Yes,' I say. 'Me.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“It is a sad day when I am forced to yet again traverse the bottom of some cliff and help heal the wreckage experienced by those individuals who had repeatedly declared that there was no cliff. And as for me, I have had far too many sad days. But none are ever so sad that I will stop declaring the reality of the cliff.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The drought came with the volcano. Street lamps frowned through ash-made dark. Homes turned into hills with chimneys peeking out the summits. We hummed as we trudged through the wreckage, until our hums
turned into songs. We didn’t know what else to do. Tears wouldn’t water the grass. Cries wouldn’t call the birds home.”
― Anne Marie Wells, Survived By: A Memoir in Verse + Other Poems

“Someone will come sing into these empty spaces.”
― Sarah Kay, (No Matter the Wreckage) [By: Kay, Sarah] [Mar, 2014]