Best 362 quotes in «dystopian quotes» category

A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag her into the dark. Panic seizes him, and he takes off after her, regardless of the chaos brewing behind him. Her cry of surprise echoes all around them, drilling into his bones.

After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that's how I live now.

A grudge was just another debt owed.

Adapt or die. It was savagely simple." -- Celeste ALL LIGHT WILL FALL

A layer of fine powder coats his skin. “My lungs are turning to concrete,” Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting. “So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?” Avery coughs and pats Rob’s back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.

All utopias are dystopias. The term "dystopia" was coined by fools that believed a "utopia" can be functional.

A man without a footprint has no soul.

Always have a plan, but be prepared to change it at any given moment.

A man of peace is guided by peace, but when that peace is threatened, he has a choice to either kneel down and die silently as it falls into chaos, or fight for it and not look back. ~ Ryan Mark, Author

And it does great signs and even makes fire to come down out of heaven upon the earth before men’. That’s from Revelations Thirteen." FADE by Kailin Gow

And that's good right?” Tria asked nervously. “People believe anything if it gives them hope.

And tomorrow... what? Nobody knows. You understand? Neither I nor anyone else knows. It's unknown. You understand it's come to an end, everything that was known? Now it'll be new, never before seen or imagined.

As he plods behind Cameron and Summer, he can’t help but stare at Summer’s exposed, glistening skin. His thoughts aren’t depraved or even mildly in the splasher. In fact, he focuses on the marks of cruelty crisscrossing her back, stomach, and shoulders. He trudges along, drenched, feet swollen, constantly searching for even a hint of a breeze, all while being forced to stare at the alarming network of burns traversing Summer’s delicate skin. This latticework of hate reveals a brutal truth—one he can scarcely comprehend. Yes, he’s glimpsed and felt her scars before, but this is the first time he’s really, truly seen the severity and extent of her life as a slave. With each step, he must digest the monstrosities of her past, leaving him utterly devastated.

A shiver ran through me. Freaks looked almost human -- and weren't. They had lesions on their skin, razor-sharp teeth, and claws instead of fingernails. I'd heard you could detect them by smell, though in the tunnels, that could be hard.

At the last moment, Kellan swerved around him, quickly leaving the zombie behind. “Why didn't you just hit him?” Jayden asked, turning to look behind us as we sped away. I did, too. The zombie spun around as he immediately started to follow us. “I didn't want to mess up my paint job,” Kellan sarcastically replied as he turned on the street that would lead us to the store. “Plus, I just washed it.

Be gone. You are not welcome here, Beast.”, FADE by Kailin Gow

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy’s body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.

Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. “Dammit!” he says again with more feeling. “Why does stuff like this keep happening?” “You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” Rob says, smirking.

Be happy. Be free. You have a universe inside you.

Before the next minute had passed, they had all fallen to the ground. Just like that. As though someone had reached inside and turned off a switch. "What happened?" Matt asked, gasping. I went from one person to the next, trying to wake them up, but they were all dead, wrote Daft Donald.

Believe nothing others tell you. That is Rule No 1 of life in Astro City. But what if the ones who set the rules are the ones lying to you? What if the ones who reprimand the rule-breakers are lying to you? Who do you believe when there is nobody left to believe?

Complete. What an awful word for an infected people, that final, animal stage that was the future of all of them. Chels swallowed, unsure what to say. “That’s…sad. I didn’t even know he was infected.” Semesz whispered, “He was just infected yesterday. We saw him last night, and he already had mouse whiskers and a tail.

Books don't change lives... People change lives... Sometimes, if you're lucky, if you get the thing right, a book can say some important things and that's all fine and good... but a book is just an artifact... a thing that sits on a desk or a shelf... People make the real difference... People and love...

But he doesn't see what's so great about leaving your mark on things. You have a life and then it ends and you're dead. Living it is the point, not proving to other people that you were there. The whole thing is really just water pouring down a plughole, but that's absolutely fine. Standing water gets stagnant.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?" "You," he says, almost before I've finished, "You.

By your eighteenth birthday you're supposed to know. They're supposed to tell you. Splicer. True Born. Laster.

But they promised us everyone would return someday…when it was safe.” Her voice cracked at the end. “You’re being stupid again. Trusting in what they say.” Disdain dripped from his words like pus from an infected wound.

But—" yelped Twizbang, “Greydor will eat us!

Centrally planned economies are upended by out of control population. Their escape valve is eugenics.

Corlda looked at them both in sheer terror her eyes where firmly fixed on the camera “Agres...” she stammered Agres stopped tending to Tria and joined her.

Deep within the web of pavement and steel, a young boy and girl scurried past an old man, his outdated mechanical limbs shaking and twitching like an addict without a fix. He scowled at the hoodlums, scratching the hole in his face where his nose used to be, sold long ago as a cheap replacement part for someone slightly richer than he was.

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?” “I wasn’t,” he shouts. “I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.” Ethan scoffs. “Yeah, you did.” “I’m an idiot.” “Yeah, you are.” “Shut up.

Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.

Democracy and tyranny are not distant relatives. They’re bedfellows.” -General John James Commandant, USMC December 11th, 2032

Dear, sweet, beautiful girl,

Devoid of any real liberty or justice, America and her children had fallen prey to what amounted to little more than a thinly veiled dictatorship. She now represented not the proud citadel of freedom, but the failed experiment of democracy.

Don’t dare to follow me” I threatened him. He curved his back and walked away. “You’re just like carrots. I hate carrots” he mumbled and disappeared into the bedroom.

Don’t do anything stupid.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Even if such beauty wasn't meant to be in a world so fallen as ours, that didn't take away from its beauty. It only made it more beautiful.

Even if you knew what to do you wouldnt know what to do. You wouldnt know if you wanted to do it or not.

Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don’t belong here.

Every Fader has the key,” Jack assures me, and puts his finger in the key hole. I realize then that it must be one of the fancy biometric locks the Faders love so much. “The key hole is just in case someone wanders in by accident. They just think it’s an old storage room, or a mine, or something. They don’t see the level of technology that’s here.”, FADE by Kailin Gow

Every death is a burst of fuel I use to stoke the fires that sit inside me. But it’s more than anger. It’s love too. It’s the fact that I care about the people who will die if I don’t do this.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Every Forsaken in a mile radius can probably hear you. You’re just asking for trouble if you two don’t stop whipping out the measuring stick.” “It’s his fault,” Avery snaps, pointing at Julian. “Shut up, ya wanker.” They start in on each other again. They yell as if they both have megaphones to their mouths, standing inches apart. Each vulgar insult is more illogical than the last.

Everywhere, the destruction is the same. The fire is raining down. People are panicking. There’s worse than that too, because other natural disasters are rising up.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Everything I’ve done has been to try to make things better for my people, and we’ve succeeded. We’ve actually done what we set out to do.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Feelings just seem to be stronger that way. But they linger. Time, space, even Fading can’t change that.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Fiction is all too often one rationalisation away from reality. (from the acknowledgements of "Unwind")

For the first time she realized she'd spent so much time mourning a world that had ended ages ago, hoping to resurrect it, that she'd never paid attention to what it was becoming. Or returning to again, now that it was unfettered. Where were the centaurs, she might have asked instead. Where were the gorgons, the furies, the giants and the gods?

For the first time, with complete clarity and absolute conviction, I know I love him entirely with all that I have, everything I am, and who I’m going to be. Of course, I’ve told him before, but not like this, not with the fierce swelling of love and fervent determination that I feel ebbing and flowing inside me, as vital as the air I breathe. Before—when I said it—it was borne out of immaturity, or necessity, or maybe just plain old lust. Now I radiate with the veracity of my love and this newfound truth that we really are meant to be.