Quotes About Inevitability

In everyday life pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional—a by-product of poor choices.

For some reason it's as difficult, perhaps more difficult, this time. Dying should become easier with practice.

The best of men cannot defend their fate: the good die early, the bad die late.

I know not what to call this, nor will I urge that it is a secret overruling decree, that hurries us on to be the instruments of our own destruction, even though it be before us, and that we rush upon it with our eyes open.

Shit, I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

I was so angry I knew it would boomerang someplace sometime soon.

I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

We age inevitably: The old joys fade and are gone: And at last comes equanimity and the flame burning clear.

Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.

In all dying our ages are the same.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you are aboard there is nothing you can do.

What is really amazing, and frustrating, is mankind's habit of refusing to see the obvious and inevitable until it is there, and then muttering about unforeseen catastrophes.

Well, honey, everybody has to die sometime.

Part of the pleasure has to do with a sense of efficiency, of materials exactly allocated and completely used. Another part has to do with a sense of inevitability, the feeling that someone knew where we were headed all along, even if we and the characters did not.

but death is the ultimate purpose of life.

We conclude that the concentration of wealth is natural and inevitable, and is periodically alleviated by violent or peaceable partial redistribution. In this view all economic history is the slow heartbeat of the social organism, a vast systole and diastole of concentrating wealth and compulsive recirculation.

To be happy, one must be as ignorant as youth. Youth thinks that willing and striving are joys; it has not yet discovered the weary insatiableness of desire, and the fruitlessness of fulfilment; it does not yet see the inevitableness of defeat.

At the end, we meet death. Just as experience begins to coördinate itself into wisdom, brain and body begin to decay.

WARNING! Life leads to old age, illness and death.

What cannot be avoided, must be welcomed.

That moment when you realize - quite rationally, quite unemotionally - that the world in the not-so-far-distant future will not contain you: that the trees you planted will continue growing but you will not be there to see them.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.

It was like the last act on a set stage. It was the beginning of the end of something, he didn't know what except that he would not grieve. He would be humble and proud that he had been found worthy to be a part of it too or even just to see it too.

as though it had known to the second when I was to enter, had waited there during that entire twelve miles behind that walking mule and watched me draw nearer and nearer and enter the door at last as it had know (ay, decreed, since there is that justice whose Moloch's palate-paunch makes no distinction between gristle bone and tender flesh) that I would enter — …