Quotes About Inevitability

Wally faced the front of the room again. When he and Caroline were not speaking, she drove him nuts. When he and Caroline were speaking, she drove him nuts. It was hopeless. He couldn't escape. His destiny was to be driven absolutely crazy by Caroline Malloy.

Death doesn't hurt," said one of the twins, and a light came into his silver eyes. "Death is dark, death is sweet." The other twin took up the litany. "Death is all that lasts forever. Death is eternal beauty." "Death is a lover with a thousand tongues—" "A thousand insect caresses—" "Death is easy.

Né la morte aveva cessato di mietere

The No-God was coming. Mog-Pharau walked, and the world thundered.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

Why must man struggle to live, when he inevitably dies?

Every place is the same place in the end.

I didn't tell her that death lies dormant in each of us and will bloom in time.

because wherever else the future leads, it leads ultimately to death, the end that is present in my beginning and in yours.

The thing pursuing him, however, was not only his past but also his fate, and the rails that led away from it also led inexorably to it.

Everyone living here will be dead soon. Everyone within a radius of miles. Miles and miles.

T. S. Eliot: LIFE YOU MAY EVADE, BUT DEATH YOU SHALL NOT.

Certain events are lightly sketched on the future and can be erased. Others are woven into the fabric of all that is to come and resist being unraveled.

The Fates are master sharpshooters, and the easy target is the one who's standing still.

Fate. Now that's a loaded word. Like yoga or karma, it's one of those words that slipped out of its native culture and ended up a celebrity with an extreme makeover.

Endings are the most important part of stories. They grow inevitably from the stories themselves.

Todo pasa. Tarde o temprano.

The future happens, no matter how much we scream.

YOU KNOW THAT SOMETHING is coming. Something—a specific, dire, and awful something—will happen. You envision it, you push it away. It rolls slowly, inexorably, back into your mind. You make what preparation you can. Or you think you do, though your bones know the truth—there isn't any way to sidestep, accommodate, lessen the impact. It will come, and you will be helpless before it.

It's my fault, I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen... I felt a true sorrow for his corruption, and shared a sense of loss for the naïve, gallant lad he had been. And yet...what choice had either of us truly had, being who we were? I had had to tell him, and he had had to act on it.

It seems like people are just dropping off the Earth. I suppose that happens when you get older. It's part of life. No one's getting out of it.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

I'm dying always.

Obviously, death is ahead of me. I don't look forward to dying one little bit. But, you know, I simply don't worry about it because it's going to happen to me as it does to anybody.