That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Eve take warning.
Anything will worry me. I may not get a check for the light bill off in time and I just get to worrying. I'm a worrywart.
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.
The contours of the coming disaster expanded to include the deaths of all present.
This whole moment is the groin Of a borborygmic giant who even now Is rolling over on us in his sleep.
Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are small. You are young and far from your Death, September, so I seem as anything would seem if you saw it from a long way off-very small, very harmless. But I am always closer than I appear. As you grow, I shall grow with you, until at the end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.
The end is near," Moridin said. "The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.
Sometimes I'll make a statement they'll say, this is the end. This is the end! Right? This is the end. It's finally going to happen.
He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.
The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.
Are artists the canaries in the mine, warning of the coming explosion before anyone else? It's hard to look at the world before 1914 and not wonder if they somehow felt a catastrophe was bearing down on them and their societies.
I am gaining in health slowly, and am quite cheerful in view of my approaching end, - being fully persuaded that I am worth inconceivably more to hang than any other purpose.
Brazil is living the last hours of Pompeii.
All right," sighed Madrigal. "To the baths, then. To make ourselves shiningly clean." Like vegetable, she thought, before they go in the stew.
They say that the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates a man's mind wonderfully; unfortunately, what the mind inevitably concentrates on is that, in the morning, it will be in a body that is going to be hanged.
I knew I was too late—and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.
The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
I got this feeling I'm gonna die before I get old. I don't know why. I just have this feeling.
Get up tomorrow early in the morning, and earlier than you did today, and do the best that you can. Always stay near me, for tomorrow I will have much to do and more than I ever had, and tomorrow blood will leave my body above the breast.
Some people seem to think there's no trouble just because it hasn't happened yet. If you jump out the window at the 42nd floor and you're still doing fine as you pass the 27th floor, that doesn't mean you don't have a serious problem. I would want to address the problem right now.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
It has been decided to evacuate three million mothers and children tomorrow from the menaced areas. It is rather grim…. It is odd to feel that the world as I knew it has only a few hours more to run.
The very next day Hitler would begin his land invasion of Poland.
To-morrow even may bring the final reckoning.
We are within measurable, or imaginable, distance of a real Armageddon. Happily there seems to be no reason why we should be anything more than spectators.