Quotes About Catastrophe

The Six Duchies would fall. The world would end. We went to fetch blankets.

My dragons!' she insisted. 'She has finally found a flock to join,' he observed to me. 'Her own kind always pecked her. But the dragons have taken her in.' ...'If a flock of crows is a murder, what should we call a group of dragons?' ... 'A catastrophe of dragons.

It should be noted that the Battle of Loos, fought when and where the French wished, was a total shambles, costing a great number of British and French lives, but this catastrophe and all the others since the war began had clearly not dented the French belief in their military infallibility.

I'm told that the Chinese character for catastrophe is the same as that which represents opportunity.

forests exhibit remarkable resilience in the face of disaster. I'm told that the Chinese character for catastrophe is the same as that which represents the word opportunity. And the blowdown, while catastrophic, presented opportunity for many...

The keel scraped the sharp rocks. Shrieking as if in pain, the keel split open and the sea swarmed over the decks, flooding into the lower part of the boat, bringing it down, the craft pitching and bobbing even as it sank into the hurtling depths.

If fire doesn't raze the mountain, the land will not be fertile.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

The first thing that happens at the end of the world is that we don't know what is happening.

The uproar of mankind is intolerable and sleep is no longer possible …." So the gods agreed to exterminate mankind.

When the prey of the sabre-toothed cat died out, so did the cat.

El mundo se derrumba. Y, desde las ruinas tu te obsesionas en darle vueltas y vueltas al instante anterior al terremoto.

Todos llevamos dentro nuestro propio infierno, una posibilidad de perdición que es sólo nuestra, un dibujo personal de la catástrofe.

No need to listen for the fall. This is the world's end.

Earthquakes, I point out, have always made men eager to placate the gods. After the great Lisbon earthquake of November 1, 1755—that catastrophe which Voltaire saw as an irrefutable argument for the tragic view of life and against Leibnizian optimism—the locals decided on a propitiatory auto-da-fé.

Out of thin air: a big bang, followed by falling stars. A universal beginning, a miniature echo of the birth of time Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the jumbo jet Bostan, Flight AI-420, blew apart without any warning, high above

Success is not built on success. It's built on failure. It's built on frustration. Sometimes its built on catastrophe.

Failure is simply the non-presence of success. But a fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions.

There are men in the world who derive an exaltation from the proximity of disaster and ruin, as other from success.

Durerile mari sunt într-atât de venerabile, încât nu exist? exemplu, chiar în epocile cele mai nefericite, ca miÈ™carea dintâi a maselor s? nu fi fost o miÈ™care de simpatie pentru o mare catastrof?. MulÈ›i oameni duÈ™m?niÈ›i au fost asasinaÈ›i într-o r?scoal?; rareori pe un nenorocit, chiar dac? ar fi fost criminal, l-au insultat oamenii care asistau la condamnarea lui la moarte.

The young man with his hat slouched over his eyes, still leaning on the arm of the officer, and still wiping from time to time his brow with his handkerchief, was watching in a corner of the Buytenhof, in the shade of the overhanging weather-board of a closed shop, the doings of the infuriated mob, a spectacle which seemed to draw near its catastrophe.

This is Armageddon…Flowering Monstrosity. Tell me what you see." "There's

SHE WENT TO see Madame Cohen the next day at her shop at the end of the Rue des Rosiers. Each had sorrows she never discussed with anyone else. Their camaraderie was unusual and rare. Friendships were usually based on trivial matters, played out over games of cards and cups of coffee, but theirs was rooted in sterner stuff, catastrophe and survival.

I looked at the rusty-bottomed bread tin swiped too often by the dishcloth, and the pots sitting on the stove, washed but not put away, and the motto supplied by Fairholme Dairy: The Lord is the Heart of Our House. All these things stupidly waiting for the day to begin and not knowing that it had been hollowed out by catastrophe.