The Words 2012, one world is ruin and one new world is build. One twisted pictures, one couple which loved each other... just their relationship dies... And another person just steal somebody's life and then he finds the truth...

The ascendancy over men's minds of the ruins of the stupendous past, the past of history, legend and myth, at once factual and fantastic, stretching back and back into ages that can but be surmised, is half-mystical in basis. The intoxication, at once so heady and so devout, is not the romantic melancholy engendered by broken towers and mouldered stones; it is the soaring of the imagination into the high empyrean where huge episodes are tangled with myths and dreams; it is the stunning impact of world history on its amazed heirs.

Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

There is a great deal of ruin in a nation.

There's no such thing as ruining your life. Life's a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.

Rebellion leads to ruin.

You ruin is your rebellion against God.

Thank God who gave us relief from ruins of suffering.