Quotes About Inevitability

Le trame possiedono una logica. C'è una tendenza, nelle trame, a evolvere in direzione della morte.

But it will definitely come. Maybe now, maybe never.

Not quite what one expected, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way.

And as terrible as this is, I get it. We can't choose what we want and don't want and that's the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us. We can't escape who we are.

Nihil sub sole novum

And—maybe it's ridiculous to go on in this vein, although it doesn't matter since no one's ever going to see this—but does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest

As terrible as this is, I get it. WE can't choose what we want and don't want and that's the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us. We can't escape who we are

Tormented by what was happening, yet unable to stop it, I hovered around and watched the apartment vanishing piece by piece, like a bee watching its hive being destroyed.

The writhing loathsomeness of the biological order. Old age, sickness, death. No escape for anyone. Even the beautiful ones were like soft fruit about to spoil.

You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins." "I'm going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.

You can pick all the flowers but you can't stop the spring. —PABLO NERUDA

It's as if my footprints were already on the road before I even got there.I walk into them, my waiting footprints.

The cold, cruel reality is that with one current justice now approaching ninety, and four others over seventy, the day will inevitably arrive when a sitting justice lies in an intensive care unit, both unable to resign and unable to resume his or her duties.

The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.

logic is inevitable.

All roads come to an end, and all ends are the same, trailing off into nothing; even an echo eventually will be silenced" (Kincaid 215).

His death was imminent and we were all anticipating it, including him, but we never gave any thought to the fact that this was true for all of us, too: our death was imminent, only we were not anticipating it ... yet.

This is not a promise, this is not threat, it's just the way it's gonna be!!!

No matter how hard he ran, how carefully he hid himself or what he might find as a weapon, he knew they would eventually locate him. It was as inevitable as the dark between the stars. And

And no matter what, there's not one thing in this world *or* the next that we can do or hope or guess at or wish or pray that can change it or help it one iota. Because whatever is, is. That's all. And all there is now is to be ready for it, strong enough for it, whatever it may be. That's all. That's all that matters. It's all that matters because it's all that's possible.

Miguel Angel," he said, "It isn't hard to die. Everybody does it. Even flies do it. Everyone here is doing it. We're all terminal." He had a tear in his eye; Big Angel could see it brimming. "Your schedule is just different from mine.

If it's possible to do something, sooner or later someone's going to do it.

Despite my lovely diction I am going to die.

Even to be impaled by a happy fate makes you jerk against the knowledge of inevitability, of final commitment.