If you shut up the truth and bury it in the ground, it will grow and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
ANYTHING will burn with enough gasoline and dynamite.
"Gun-wielding recluse gunned down by local police" isn't the epitaph I want. I am hoping for "Witnesses reported the sound up to two hundred kilometers away" or "Last body part finally located".
From the flaming and flashing of certain igneous mixtures and the terror inspired by their noise, wonderful consequences ensue which no one can guard against or endure … when a quantity of this powder, no bigger than a man’s finger, be wrapped up in a piece of parchment and ignited, it explodes with a blinding flash and a stunning noise. If a larger quantity were used, or the case was made of more solid material, the explosion would be much more violent, and the flash and noise altogether unbeatable.
This is one of the earliest English language descriptions of gunpowder.
Rockets often spiral out of control if you put too much propellant in them.
For in a civilization which has lost the meaning of life, the most important thing a Christian can do is to live, and life, understood from the point of view of faith, has an extraordinary explosive force.
Pressure hulls collapse at the speed of sound. Once that starts, you're inside your own little imploding atomic bomb, and you're gone.
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
I actually pointed my wand and it blew up! The power! The power was just like Angry Birds, but big [as] life.
You may not feel outstandingly robust, but if you are an average-sized adult you will contain within your modest frame no less than 7 X 10^18 joules of potential energy—enough to explode with the force of thirty very large hydrogen bombs, assuming you knew how to liberate it and really wished to make a point.
There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.
When a guy 275 pounds snaps, look out.
Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.
She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.
The power from the punches come from your legs.
To have that powder blown up your nose is rather like being shot out of a rifle barrel lined with Baroque paintings and landing on a sea of electricity.
My nickname is Nuke.
Although anti-Slavery is weak in political circles, it was never stronger with the masses of the people. The great heart of the country is sound. Thousands and millions of true men all over the North wait but the occasion for a practical demonstration of their power, to show how firm is their attachment to the principles of freedom, and how deeply they scorn the shallow fools who have the impertinence to talk about "crushing out" those principles. We expect to see Slavery go on pressing and pushing the advantages it derived from the adjustment of 1850, till a reaction is created that will again convulse the country to its center. Slavery is imperious, encroaching, truculent, belligerent. Its own conduct will thus ultimately generate an explosive force that must blow it to atoms.
I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater.
Any day we create that much shrapnel is a good day.
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red Reverberance of hail upon the dead Thunder like an exploding crucible!
Great artists are like loaded guns. They are dangerous in anybody's hands.