Plague Quotes

“It's Sanjit. It's a Hindu name. It means 'invincible.'"
"That's great," Lana said.
"Invincible. I can't be vinced."
"That's not even a word," Lana said.
"Go ahead: try to vince me," Sanjit said.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“The addiction to our mobiles may insidiously unlock evil actions by helplessly surrendering to the plague of blatant indifference, arrogant inattention, and flighty bee-lining and sophisticated acts of revenge. Smartphones may unstitch positive points in our lives and incidentally enchant us by instant selfies but, with some, they might inexorably trigger off shabby and despicable practices. ("Even if the world goes down, my mobile will save me" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Caine met Diana's disbelieving gaze and laughed aloud.
"Why so gloomy? Doesn't every little girl want to grow up to be a queen?"
"Princess," Diana said.
"So, you got a promotion," Caine said.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“I like your boyfriend," Dahra said. "Not many guys volunteer to carry ten gallons of diarrhea and vomit."
Lana laughed. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Yeah, well, he can be mine if he wants to be. He's cute. And he carries crap.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“You're staring," Lana said.
"Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch."
"Good," Sanjit said.
"Good? Why good?"
"Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“He didn't mind if she hated him. They were never going to be a cute romantic couple like Sam and Astrid. Clean-cut, righteous, all that. The perfect couple. He and Diana were the imperfect couple.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“So asking you to take a moonlit walk with me, that would totally not work?"
"What?" Again that glare. "Go away. Stop being an idiot. I don't even know you."
"You're healing my little brother Bowie."
"Yeah, that doesn't make us friends, kid."
"So no moonlight."
"Are you retarded?"
"Sunrise? I could get up early."
"Go away."
"Sunset tomorrow?" -Sanjit & Lana”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“On moonlight nights the long, straight street and dirty white walls, nowhere darkened by the shadow of a tree, their peace untroubled by footsteps or a dog's bark, glimmered in the pale recession. The silent city was no more than an assemblage of huge, inert cubes, between which only the mute effigies of great men, carapaced in bronze, with their blank stone or metal faces, conjured up a sorry semblance of what the man had been. In lifeless squares and avenues these tawdry idols lorded it under the lowering sky; stolid monsters that might have personified the rule of immobility imposed on us, or, anyhow, its final aspect, that of a defunct city in which plague, stone, and darkness had effectively silenced every voice.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“Hope...which is whispered from Pandora's box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.”
― Ian Caldwell, The Rule of Four

“Twas doing nothing was his curse. Is there a vice can plague us worse?”
― Hannah More

“He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.”
― Richard Matheson, I Am Legend

“I grant we should add a third category: that of the true healers. But it is a fact one doesn't come across many of them, and anyhow it must be a hard vocation. That's why I decided to take, in every predicament, the victim's side, so as to reduce the damage done. Among them I can at least try to discover how on attains to the third category; in other words, to peace.”
― albert camus

“Some, often without knowing it, suffered from being deprived of the
company of friends and from their inability to get in touch with them through the usual
channels of friendship, letters, trains, and boats. Others, fewer these, Tarrou may have
been one of them, had desired reunion with something they couldn't have defined, but
which seemed to them the only desirable thing on earth. For want of a better name, they
sometimes called it peace.”
― Camus, Albert

“[Pope] Clement waved his hands in irritation as if to dismiss the very idea. "The world is crumbling into ruin. Armies are marching. Men and women are dying everywhere, in huge numbers. Fields are abandoned and towns deserted. The wrath of the Lord is upon us and He may be intending to destroy the whole of creation. People are without leaders and direction. They want to be given a reason for this, so they can be reassured, so they will return to their prayers and their obiediences. All this is going on, and you are concerned about the safety of two Jews?”
― Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio

“With The Dread, first kiss was the beginning. Second kiss was the end.”
― Luke Taylor, The Knight Ascendant

“It was about the beginning of September, 1664, that I, among the rest of my neighbours, heard in ordinary discourse that the plague was returned again in Holland; for it had been very violent there, and particularly at Amsterdam and Rotterdam, in the year 1663, whither they say, it was brought, some said from Italy, others from the Levant, among some goods which were brought home by their Turkey fleet; others said it was brought from Candia; others from Cyprus. It mattered not from whence it came; but all agreed it was come into Holland again.”
― Daniel Defoe, A Journal of the Plague Year

“Each day the pair would meet at 2pm at the exact halfway point between the villages and stand a hundred yards apart, staring longingly at each other, yearning for the time when the pestilence would pass.”
― Tom Cox, Help the Witch

“There have been many plagues in the world as there have been wars, yet plagues and wars always find people equally unprepared. [...] When a war breaks out people say: 'It won't last, it's too stupid.' And war is certainly too stupid, but that doesn't prevent it from lasting. Stupidity always carries doggedly on, as people would notice if they were not always thinking about themselves.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“An upsurge in new cases, the highest number for one twenty-four-hour period yet, and an alarming rise in the contact curve. People who hadn’t been hit were getting bold. They were getting bored, going next door to talk to the neighbors, thinking things weren’t really that bad, gravitating back toward normalcy. Several shopkeepers opened their stores, defied the police to send them home, claiming the whole thing was blown out of proportion. They found out, soon enough, but by then other cases were breaking discipline. Another day, another big rise in new cases and a doubling of contacts.”
― Alan E. Nourse, The Fourth Horseman

“Question: how can one manage not to lose time?
Answer: experience it at its full length. Means: spend days in the dentist's waiting-room on an uncomfortable chair; live on one's balcony on a Sunday afternoon; listen to lectures in a language that one does not understand; choose the most roundabout and least convenient routes on the railway (and, naturally, travel standing up); queue at the box-office for theatres and so on and not take one's seat; etc.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“The living who escaped the Earth might all die on the journey. A hostile planet could undo terraforming in innumerable ways. Even a common cold could mutate into a plague. But a tiny chance in the stars conquered a sure eradication on their home world.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Lifecycle of Suns

“While history may never repeat itself, "man," as Voltaire once observed, "always does.”
― John Kelly, The Great Mortality: An Intimate History of the Black Death

“Those years are a dark smear across my memory. Everything feels blurry and hollow. Plague drains not only victims but whole cities of life. It freezes trade, decays parishes, forbids lovemaking, turns childrearing into a dance with death. Most of all, it steals time. Days boarded up in sick houses or clean, pass in a swirl of flat gray. Plague time is different. It stretches and looms.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Maladie des pauvres, elle le fut doublement : la plupart d'entre eux en moururent et ceux qui survécurent payèrent les frais.”
― Charles Carrière, Marseille ville morte : La peste de 1720

“Your design is not to pledge to cultism, but to plague cultism”
― ROLAND OTU NKRAH, CHILDREN UNDER LIFE'S TORMENT: CULT: THE IGNORANCE OF A MAN IS THE SEATING THRONE OF THE DEVIL TO RULE OVER HIM WITH AUTHORITY

“But Crispin had had three souls in Jad's creation to live with and love, and all three were gone. Was the knowledge of other losses to assuage his own? Sometimes, half asleep at night in the house, a wine flask empty by his bed, he would lie in the dark and think he heard breathing, a voice, one of the girls crying aloud in her dreams in the next room.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, Sailing to Sarantium

“Some children, you see, don't need wars or famines or plagues to convince them that vegetables have the right idea about life. Some children are convinced from the start.”
― Stepan Chapman, The Troika

“Sensing “the whole world, as it were, placed within the
grasp of the Evil One,” and waiting for death to visit him
too, he wrote, “I leave parchment to continue this work, if
perchance any man survive and any of the race of Adam
escape this pestilence and carry on the work which I have
begun.” Brother John, as noted by another hand, died of the
pestilence, but he foiled oblivion.”
― TuchmanBarbaraW, A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century

“Sensing “the whole world, as it were, placed within the
grasp of the Evil One,” and waiting for death to visit him
too, he wrote, “I leave parchment to continue this work, if
perchance any man survive and any of the race of Adam
escape this pestilence and carry on the work which I have
begun.” Brother John, as noted by another hand, died of the
pestilence, but he foiled oblivion.”
― Barbara W. Tuchman, A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century