Quotes About Doom

Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately doomed.

What does it mean, to die? he wondered. Uniqueness always perishes. Nature works by overproducing each species; uniqueness is a fault, a failure of nature. For survival there should be hundreds, thousands, even millions of one species, all interchangeable—if all but one dies, then nature has won. Generally it loses. But himself. I am unique, he realized. So I am doomed, Every man is unique and hence doomed. A melancholy thought.

The profusion of the stars told him unambiguously that he was doomed to die

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This should not happen to you. Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

at some point last year, her gloom met my doom and she thought it was a good match. i'm not so sure, but at least i get coffee out of it.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This should not happen to you. Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

Nor can we as individuals assume that the offer of the gospel will be forever open to us. Even if our lives are spared, yet it is possible to become hardened to the gospel to such a point that there is no return. We become so inured in our pride that we are deaf to the only good news that can save us. God's only word to us is then imminent and comprehensive doom.

I sell mayhem, scandal, murder and doom.

Something deep within him, what it was he had no leisure nor skill to recognize, seemed to retreat down long dim corridors away from the doom that impeded. He hadn't known he had those convenient corridors of evasion in him, with their protective turns and angles by which to put distance between himself and menace. Oh clever architect of the Mind, oh merciful blueprints that made such emergency exits available.

If there's hell below, we're all gonna go.

I was imbued from a very early age with a sense of doom.

Wyndham Lewis is basically a pessimist, thinking of human beings as doomed animals or determinist machines. His theory of satire is based on this view, and he finds plenty of evidence to support it in contemporary practice.

I actually think that Bush is the greatest threat to life on this planet that we've most probably ever seen. The policies he is initiating will doom us to extinction.

Death by nursery tale. Hell's bells.

He picked up Samuel's saddle as if he were picking up doom herself, doom always owning the furthest, darkest reaches of the feminine gender. Pandora, Medusa, the Bacchantes, the Furies, are female though small goddesses beyond sexual notions. Who reasons death anymore than they can weigh the earth or the heart of beauty?

Khi bom n?, nÆ°á»›c s? thành không khí. Không khí s? thành lá»­a. M?t tr?i s? bi?n m?t. Má»™t Ä'ám mây kh?ng l? hình n?m s? dâng lên b?u tr?i. Và t?t c? chúng tôi s? ch?t.

Some say the world may end with fire but some say world may end with ice.

Thus all things are doomed to change for the worse and retrograde.

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.

And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.

When we see our enemies and friends gliding away before us, let us not forget that we are subject to the general law of mortality, and shall soon be where our doom will be fixed forever.

The No-God was coming. Mog-Pharau walked, and the world thundered.

And that's when I heard it. That's when I heard the ghost's harsh whisper. It seemed to be coming from the open closet. "Welcome …" I heard. "Welcome. Welcome to your DOOM.

He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.