Doomsday Quotes

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Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
for-man-who-is-in-poverty-doomsday-is-already-there-mehmet-murat-ildan
that-doomsday-idea-is-in-everybodys-subconscious
gee-i-wish-we-had-one-them-doomsday-machines-things-stanley-kubrick
i-dont-want-to-say-its-doomsday-but-its-an-extreme-risk
the-houses-that-he-makes-last-till-doomsday
we-are-a-step-closer-to-it-now-the-doomsday-scenario
fools-when-their-rooftree-falls-think-it-doomsday-james-russell-lowell
so-much-doomsday-is-taken-from-early-mad-max-films
sadie-kane-here-if-youre-listening-to-this-congratulations-you-survived-doomsday-rick-riordan
do-i-think-its-doomsday-for-the-male-gender-no-i-look-around-the-world-and-it-seems-to-me-that-men-are-still-in-charge
the-global-economy-is-doomsday-machine-that-must-be-stopped-reprogrammed-kalle-lasn
when-youre-at-peace-you-embrace-eternity-when-youre-confused-you-be-dazzled-by-doomsday-toba-beta
if-silence-days-darkness-nights-is-indicator-doomsday-we-are-already-in-it-mf-moonzajer
if-that-doomsday-scenario-happens-will-it-help-if-you-have-heaps-paper-money-i-dont-think
im-not-going-to-take-this-defeatist-attitude-and-listen-to-all-this-crap-any-more-from-all-these-people-who-have-nothing-except-doomsday-to-predict
the-motorcycle-went-up-into-the-air-in-flames-it-was-like-doomsday-some-did-not-have-their-hands-others-had-their-legs-missing
i-dont-see-a-doomsday-scenario-here-people-are-not-buying-homes-to-stay-in-them-forever
at-the-last-count-and-were-still-counting-there-were-32-million-claims-were-approaching-the-doomsday-scenario-we-described-5-years-ago
close-your-eyes-pray-for-plagues-oh-lord-cleanse-this-earth-and-bring-upon-our-doomsday
originality-is-most-deadly-mirage-in-all-art-you-can-chase-it-from-now-until-doomsday-youll-only-find-yourself-lost-dying-thirst-caitln-r-kiernan
i-dont-know-if-we-will-really-have-doomsday-for-human-beings-but-if-we-did-to-me-it-wouldnt-be-unjust-outcome-given-how-many-species-were-taking-with-us-every-year
theres-no-doomsday-scheme-made-specifically-for-mankind-only-higher-agenda-and-priority-than-human-race-preservation
al-gore-is-producing-enough-hot-air-to-make-his-doomsday-predictions-about-global-warming-selffulfilling-prophecy-joseph-farah
this-was-very-very-scary-doomsday-legislation-for-business-when-the-house-bill-passed-i-realized-it-needs-to-be-all-hands-on-board-i-was-shocked
powells-face-appeared-on-screen-its-true-doomsday-crowd-is-little-crazy-she-said-looking-thoughtful-but-that-doesnt-mean-theyre-wrong-forrest-carr
the-time-has-come-doomsday-has-begun-wake-up-your-children-from-their-beds-run-and-hide-or-they039ll-melt-your-heads
ive-been-obsessed-with-doomsday-for-long-time-idea-that-different-cultures-respond-to-it-differently-religions-will-change-peoples-outlook-on-it
some-people-believe-that-nuclear-bomb-should-be-awarded-nobel-peace-prize-since-it-scared-major-powers-away-from-war-by-equating-it-with-doomsday-steven-pinker
secular-humanists-every-type-may-ridicule-bible-but-they-cannot-escape-it-in-their-obsession-with-change-calls-for-reform-doomsday-warnings-utopian-visions-they-continue-to-steal
the-living-dead-were-thrown-together-dead-looked-away-first-description-doomsday-stanley-elkin
instantdoomsday-hyperbole-caused-worlds-attention-to-focus-on-hypothetical-threat-global-warming-to-exclusion-environmental-menaces-that-are-real-gregg-easterbrook
we-need-to-get-environmentalism-out-sphere-religion-we-need-to-stop-mythic-fantasies-we-need-to-stop-doomsday-predictions-we-need-to-start-doing-michael-crichton
these-doomsday-warriors-look-no-more-like-soldiers-than-soldiers-second-world-war-looked-like-conquistadors-the-more-expert-they-become-more-they-look-like-lab-assistants-in-smal
these-doomsday-warriors-look-no-more-like-soldiers-than-soldiers-second-world-war-looked-like-conquistadors-the-more-expert-they-become-more-they-alistair-cooke
when-i-was-your-age-about-ooh-thousand-years-ago-i-loved-good-bedtime-story-the-three-little-sontarans-the-emperor-daleks-new-clothes-snow-white-seven-keys-to-doomsday-eh-all-cla
i-tell-myself-i-have-time-but-itch-forming-along-back-my-neck-across-my-shoulders-says-otherwise-i-hate-this-its-like-im-racing-clock-ticking-down-to-doomsday-without-knowing-how
whenever-i-happen-to-be-in-city-any-size-i-marvel-that-riots-do-not-break-out-everyday-massacres-unspeakable-carnage-doomsday-chaos-how-can-many-human-beings-coexist-in-space-con
thats-why-i-tell-stories-to-create-readiness-to-nudge-people-toward-receptive-insight-in-their-present-state-they-can-stare-till-doomsday-not-see-it-listen-till-theyre-blue-in-fa
write-it-on-your-heart-that-every-day-is-best-day-in-year-no-man-has-learned-anything-rightly-until-he-knows-that-every-day-is-doomsday-ralph-waldo-emerson
straw-pity-on-courthouse-stairs-wait-till-doomsday-you-said-wait-for-years-i-couldnt-wait-that-long-i-shoulda-killed-for-less-the-walkabouts
its-given-that-they-handle-lifedeath-emergency-calls-but-they-dont-handle-calls-where-somebodys-going-to-die-call-after-call-after-call-it-was-kind-doomsday-sumallfears-atmospher
Bowman was aware of some changes in his behavior patterns; it would have been absurd to expect anything else in the circumstances. He could no longer tolerate silence; except when he was sleeping, or talking over the circuit to Earth, he kept the ship's sound system running at almost painful loudness. / At first, needing the companionship of the human voice, he had listened to classical plays-especially the works of Shaw, Ibsen, and Shakespeare-or poetry readings from Discovery's enormous library of recorded sounds. The problems they dealt with, however, seemed so remote, or so easily resolved with a little common sense, that after a while he lost patience with them. / So he switched to opera-usually in Italian or German, so that he was not distracted even by the minimal intellectual content that most operas contained. This phase lasted for two weeks before he realized that the sound of all these superbly trained voices was only exacerbating his loneliness. But what finally ended this cycle was Verdi's Requiem Mass, which he had never heard performed on Earth. The "Dies Irae, " roaring with ominous appropriateness through the empty ship, left him completely shattered; and when the trumpets of Doomsday echoed from the heavens, he could endure no more. / Thereafter, he played only instrumental music. He started with the romantic composers, but shed them one by one as their emotional outpourings became too oppressive. Sibelius, Tchaikovsky, Berlioz, lasted a few weeks, Beethoven rather longer. He finally found peace, as so many others had done, in the abstract architecture of Bach, occasionally ornamented with Mozart. / And so Discovery drove on toward Saturn, as often as not pulsating with the cool music of the harpsichord, the frozen thoughts of a brain that had been dust for twice a hundred years.

Arthur C. Clarke
bowman-was-aware-some-changes-in-his-behavior-patterns-it-would-have-been-absurd-to-expect-anything-else-in-circumstances-he-could-no-longer-tolerate-silence-except-when-he-was-s
The night before brain surgery, I thought about death. I searched out my larger values, and I asked myself, if I was going to die, did I want to do it fighting and clawing or in peaceful surrender? What sort of character did I hope to show? Was I content with myself and what I had done with my life so far? I decided that I was essentially a good person, although I could have been better-but at the same time I understood that the cancer didn't care. I asked myself what I believed. I had never prayed a lot. I hoped hard, I wished hard, but I didn't pray. I had developed a certain distrust of organized religion growing up, but I felt I had the capacity to be a spiritual person, and to hold some fervent beliefs. Quite simply, I believed I had a responsibility to be a good person, and that meant fair, honest, hardworking, and honorable. If I did that, if I was good to my family, true to my friends, if I gave back to my community or to some cause, if I wasn't a liar, a cheat, or a thief, then I believed that should be enough. At the end of the day, if there was indeed some Body or presence standing there to judge me, I hoped I would be judged on whether I had lived a true life, not on whether I believed in a certain book, or whether I'd been baptized. If there was indeed a God at the end of my days, I hoped he didn't say, 'But you were never a Christian, so you're going the other way from heaven.' If so, I was going to reply, 'You know what? You're right. Fine.' I believed, too, in the doctors and the medicine and the surgeries-I believed in that. I believed in them. A person like Dr. Einhorn [his oncologist], that's someone to believe in, I thought, a person with the mind to develop an experimental treatment 20 years ago that now could save my life. I believed in the hard currency of his intelligence and his research. Beyond that, I had no idea where to draw the line between spiritual belief and science. But I knew this much: I believed in belief, for its own shining sake. To believe in the face of utter hopelessness, every article of evidence to the contrary, to ignore apparent catastrophe-what other choice was there? We do it every day, I realized. We are so much stronger than we imagine, and belief is one of the most valiant and long-lived human characteristics. To believe, when all along we humans know that nothing can cure the briefness of this life, that there is no remedy for our basic mortality, that is a form of bravery. To continue believing in yourself, believing in the doctors, believing in the treatment, believing in whatever I chose to believe in, that was the most important thing, I decided. It had to be. Without belief, we would be left with nothing but an overwhelming doom, every single day. And it will beat you. I didn't fully see, until the cancer, how we fight every day against the creeping negatives of the world, how we struggle daily against the slow lapping of cynicism. Dispiritedness and disappointment, these were the real perils of life, not some sudden illness or cataclysmic millennium doomsday. I knew now why people fear cancer: because it is a slow and inevitable death, it is the very definition of cynicism and loss of spirit. So, I believed.

Lance Armstrong
the-night-before-brain-surgery-i-thought-about-death-i-searched-out-my-larger-values-i-asked-myself-if-i-was-going-to-die-did-i-want-to-do-it-fighting-clawing-in-peaceful-surrend
Bliss?' I called. 'Yeah?' 'Check the drawers of the nightstand! She was playing with it in the middle of the night, and I think I remember taking it away and sticking it in there.' 'Okay!' Through the open door, I watched her circle around the edge of the bed. I walked in place for a few seconds, letting my feet drop a little heavier than necessary, then opened and closed the door like I'd gone back inside the bathroom. Then I hid in the space between the back of the bedroom door and the wall where I could just see through the crack between the hinges. She pulled open the top drawer, and my heartbeat was like a bass drum. I don't know when it had started beating so hard, but now it was all that I could hear. It wasn't like I was asking her to marry me now. I just knew Bliss, and knew she tended to panic. I was giving her a very big, very obvious hint so that she'd have time to adjust before I actually asked her. Then in a few months, when I thought she'd gotten used to the idea, I'd ask her for real. That was the plan anyway. It was supposed to be simple, but this felt... complicated. Suddenly, I thought of all the thousands of ways this could go wrong. What if she freaked out? What if she ran like she did our first night together? If she ran, would she go back to Texas? Or would she go to Cade who lived in North Philly? He'd let her stay until she figured things out, and then what if something developed between them? What if she just flat out told me no? Everything was good right now. Perfect, actually. What if I was ruining it by pulling this stunt? I was so caught up in my doomsday predictions that I didn't even see the moment that she found the box. I heard her open it though, and I heard her exhale and say, 'Oh my God.' Where before my mouth had been dry, now I couldn't swallow fast enough. My hands were shaking against the door. She was just standing there with her back to me. I couldn't see her face. All I could see was her tense, straight spine. She swayed slightly. What if she passed out? What if I'd scared her so much that she actually lost consciousness? I started to think of ways to explain it away. I was keeping it for a friend? It was a prop for a show? It was... It was... shit, I didn't know. I could just apologize. Tell her I knew it was too fast. I waited for her to do something-scream, run, cry, faint. Anything would be better than her stillness. I should have just been honest with her. I wasn't good at things like this. I said what I was thinking-no plans, no manipulation. Finally, when I thought my body would crumble under the stress alone, she turned. She faced the bed, and I only got her profile, but she was biting her lip. What did that mean? Was she just thinking? Thinking of a way to get out of it? Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled. She snapped the box closed. She didn't scream. She didn't run. She didn't faint. There might have been a little crying. But mostly... she danced. She swayed and jumped and smiled the same way she had when the cast list was posted for Phaedra. She lost herself the same way she did after opening night, right before we made love for the first time. Maybe I didn't have to wait a few months after all. She said she wanted my best line tomorrow after the show, and now I knew what it was going to be.

Cora Carmack
bliss-i-called-yeah-check-drawers-nightstand-she-was-playing-with-it-in-middle-night-i-think-i-remember-taking-it-away-sticking-it-in-there-okay-through-open-door-i-watched-her-c
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