Quotes About Inevitability

One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line dividing the living from the dead lies uncertainty, suffering, and death. And what is there? Who is there?—there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun? No one knows, but one wants to know. You fear and yet long to cross that line, and know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn what lies the other side of death.

Nothing at all can prevent the universal process of birth, growth, decay, and death.

They couldn't keep Death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady.

Of course you're dying. We're all dying. Where the devil else do you think you're heading?

Of course you're dying. We're all dying. Where the devil else do you think you're heading?

Death was irreversible, he suspected, and he began to think he was going to lose

His goading remained gentle. "Rome was destroyed, Greece was destroyed, Persia was destroyed, Spain was destroyed. All great countries are destroyed. Why not yours? How much longer do you really think your own country will last? Forever? Keep in mind that the earth itself is destined to be destroyed by the sun in twenty-five million years or so.

Death was irreversible, he suspected

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die. He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to be waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die.

Everything we do really is just a little marker on the long road to death. And sometimes that's overwhelmingly depressing to me, and sometimes it makes me feel kinship and forgiveness. We've all got the same ending to the story. The way we make that story more elaborate, I got to respect.

They come. Sooner than I'd thought, more than I'd even begun to fear. They come looking for death. And Death is psyched to see 'em.

For it seemed (though why it seemed so, no one knew) that everything began on that night. And, once begun, it could not be stopped.

Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes. Love is what happens when you've been looking another way. Love is that sensation of something on the back of your neck, tell yourself it's nothing, a strand of hair, at last you touch it and discover it's an insect—you cast off with a curse.

Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes.

tragedy and death would follow a person whereever he went in life. There was no such thing as escape, except maybe the kind that Mr. Kirby had accomplished...

Drama demands the reversal of expectation, but in such a way that the first surprise is followed by an immediate recognition of inevitability.

Drama demands the reversal of expectation, but in such a way that the first surprise is followed by an immediate recognition of inevitability. And inevitability takes careful pin-setting.

Drama demands the reversal of expectation, but in such a way that the first surprise is followed by an immediate recognition of inevitability. And inevitability takes careful pin-setting. Since

Come lovely and soothing death,Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,In the day, in the night, to all, to each,Sooner or later delicate death.

Ivan's going to die...that's why we follow him...We always follow the doomed ones. The ones who show us the way. The world will follow, no matter what. We just want them to accept that. Go with a little dignity, a little forethought.

The evil god wants to force humanity into the path he's chosen.  But if I was certain of the best path—" and here he smiled,  "—I wouldn't force anyone.  That would be a waste of energy.  I'd merely try to make the thing inevitable.

The bulkhead between the fifth and sixth compartments went only as high as E Deck. If the first five compartments were flooded, the bow would sink so low that water in the fifth compartment must overflow into the sixth. When this was full, it would overflow into the seventh, and so on. It was a mathematical certainty, pure and simple. There was no way out.

It's been so long since I heard that someone died of natural causes.