Rick Riordan Quotes

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

The concept of progress must be grounded in the idea of catastrophe. That things are 'status quo' is the catastrophe

It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.

After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.

The world is on fire.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

When men lack a sense of awe, there will be disaster.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

If you’re listening to this, congratulations! You survived Doomsday. I’d like to apologize straightaway for any inconvenience the end of the world may have caused you. The earthquakes, rebellions, riots,tornadoes, floods, tsunamis, and of course the giant snake who swallowed the sun—I’m afraid most of that was our fault. Carter and I decided we should at least explain how it happened.

The world was floods above and fire below

Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

I'm planning a catastrophe.

A world is in flames, and you are cracking silly jokes.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart, some turn to prayer, some to poetry: words in the memory, a stained book carried close to the body, the notebook scribbled by hand--a center of gravity.

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.