Quotes About Apocalypse

If one wants to talk about the end of the world, the apocalypse, you're talking about the world itself. It's not Southern California breaking into the sea. The story is global, and it requires that kind of approach.

If a boy can manage to have coffee with me during the apocalypse, I know he cares. There's not a speck of doubt in my mind. He must care.

Mary believes she was put on earth to bring an end to the living world." Both Nick and Mikey just stared at her. "What do you mean … end?" asked Mikey. "End means end. Complete and total destruction. She wants to kill everyone and everything. She wants to bring down every building, burn every forest, empty every ocean of life. She wants to turn the earth into a dead planet …

Then you'd better listen, because me sounding like Bronte is one of the signs of the apocalypse-and if the end fo the world is coming, good deeds could earn you Judgment day brownie points.

Nick realized that the end of the world must be upon them, because his father preparing a home-cooked meal two nights in a row was surely a sign of the apocalypse.

THE MOON BLEW UP WITHOUT WARNING AND FOR NO APPARENT reason.

que recuerda un eclipse solar, imitación momentánea del fin del mundo.

vest-pocket apocalypse.

It seems people don't want to be awake these days. Apocalypses are easier slept through than experienced

Apocalypses are easier slept through than experienced.

CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN IS THE CODE NAME FOR THE END OF the world. You might have noticed that Mo and I have no children. We don't even have a pet cat, the consolation prize of the overworked urban middle classes. There's a reason for this. Would you want to have children, if you knew for a fact that in a couple of years you might have to cut their throats for their own good?

Everyone was doomsdaying today. *

And so, my beloved Kermit, my dear little Hussein, at the moment America changed forever, your father was wandering an ICBM-denuded watseland, nervously monitoring his radiation level, armed only with a baseball bat, a 10mm pistol, and six rounds of ammunition, in search of a vicious gang of mohawked marauders who were 100 percent bad news and totally had to be dealth with. Trust Daddy on this one.

If it wasn't for the roaming bands of dead, it might not be such a bad place.

I'm obsessed with zombies. I like watching zombie movies and I read zombie books.

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die.

The apocalypse sounds like this-- black men breaking in to steal back the thing once stole from them.

The mountains had exploded and for three days darkness covered the land. When the sun returned at last, it was not the same golden sun which had shone down on the Roman Empire a week before. It was a counterfeit, gleaming dully in a colourless sky above a blasted world.

It was the end of the world. And we are going beyond it.

Wherever she looked, she saw fires. They covered the earth like fallen stars, and like the stars there was no end to them.

I can't help but postulate that there is something oddly comforting in imagining an end we share together, rather than alone, and that this feeds our mutual obsession with Doomsday. The apocalypse that wipes out 99.99% of us doesn't discriminate by race, class, or geography. As it turns out, everyone's brains do in fact taste the same.

I began to wonder, what accounts for our collective affinity for the apocalypse? What is it about "the end" that makes it always seem just around the corner? And why do lawns in post-apocalyptic always appear freshly mowed if there's no one around to do it but the zombies?

You maniacs! You blew it all up! Goddam you all. Goddam you all to hell.

2020 — waiting to see what comes up next in Apocalypse Bingo