Post Apocalyptic Quotes
Post Apocalyptic Quote of the day
A sullied green “S” stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.
I was the Reaper and he was the Ghost, and his soul was long overdue for collection
...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...
Take it slow. We want to know what’s ahead before what’s ahead knows we’re here.
Books are more honest than the world. If you want to understand people, listen to what they make up.
And with the smallest intake of breath he had painted me a picture. Ash that stung your tongue like poisoned snowflakes and breaths of air that burned your lungs without fire
Because there wasn’t anything else to do, he settled at the kitchen tablewith a bottle of mead and nearly emptied it. The anesthetic effect he hoped for hadn’t happened, though. At least not yet.
It was as if some great ocean of destruction had rolled its unyielding tide through the city and then, upon its terrible recession, left behind only a shoreline of concrete sand and crushed humanity.
My hands trembled, so I took a deep drag to calm my frayed nerves. I just wanted to forget that terrible sight, but questions multiplied in my mind as the smoke furled.
What did you do for them, Bone? Teach them to read and write? Help them rebuild, give the, Christ, help restore a culture? Did you remember to warn the, that it could never be Eden?
I sent a silent prayer up to the Phoenix to keep her safe a little longer, because I would tear the shifters limb for limb until I got my baby sister back.
Because I am, just as you are you. We don’t always get to pick who we are, Shelly Wynn, but we can choose to celebrate it.
There’s nothing wrong with you at all. Sometimes people say or do things that are mean because there's something the matter with them. With Lydia, it seems there’s always something wrong with her.
Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.
I’m afraid they’re not coming.” Abby said fearfully. “Our parents, our teachers – everyone! They’ve disappeared. That’s it. Lights out, Shelly. We’re on our own.
Lydia displays her right hand and instantly bathed the room with a blinding light. It lasted only a moment before it drew back into her palm. “I can fix you if you’re ever broken.
Aloha Oukou. It looked like your soul was escaping so I put you in a tree.
Somehow her hula hoop had cut into the driver’s side door like the vehicle was made of cheese.
I write pre-apocalyptic fiction. In other words, I’m not interested in a future where everything is blown to hell, I’d rather write something that helps to prevent it from happening.
Soon, all the children were chanting it. “No school! No school!
When the dust settles and we look back, will we be okay with what we see?" End Times Alaska by Craig Martelle
This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.
The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but just looked like the same devil to me
My dad had always said to not trust something unless it’s taken a tumble in the dirt. He’d meant it for people, and for things. Shiny and new didn’t exist for humankind any more.
You’ve never had someone you love snatched, ” I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. “Any sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.
Are you telling me Kara Orris is afraid of rain?” Hunter’s grin twisted into a smirk as his eyes lit up, relishing his new discovery with absolute delight. “Why, that’s adorable!
... there are certain questions that must never be asked. Of anyone. Even oneself.
You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.
I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss, I miss, I miss.
And so ends his rush from his greatest act of rebellion. He understands that no matter where he runs or how high he flies, he will always have to come home.
The greywastes was a basin overflowing with insanity, the very earth underneath me was only surviving because it was too mad to know it had died
If the only option you leave poor people with is to resort to violence in order to survive, they’ll do just that. And there are lots more poor people in this world than there are rich ones.
A joke is a witticism or play on words that’s meant to be funny. I say ‘meant to be’ because most jokes aren’t funny. They range between mildly amusing and grimace-inducingly annoying.
You shouldn’t say mean things to people before they kill you. It’s being a sore loser.
There’s no god, it’s the elements that control this world and everything on it.
Let them come. We’ve got helicopters, tanks, jets, and big guns. We’ve got armies of robots. What do they have but their stench and the squalor they live in?
There’s a big difference between being numb to something and being immune to it.
You’ll find a way. You’ll always find a way. And on the rare occasions when you can’t, you’ll have friends who will.
As far as I know, there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who doesn’t care if he lives or dies.
You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.
