Quotes About Inevitability

Usually, I chalk Democratic dreams of a blue Texas to the same sort of thinking that brought us the inevitability of the coalition of the ascendant and 100% certainty that Donald Trump was going to lose.

The first thing you have to do is accept that decay sets in and there's nothing you can do about it.

We do have trouble dealing with death, but it's the one thing that is guaranteed we are all going to have to do, and we are going to have to face it many times before we die ourselves.

He was past the jitters about her age, her uncle. He was moving on this. And when it was over, he was going to be shot, he was pretty sure. But he was into her; she had him. He hoped his death would be quick and painless. An

And the thing about trying to cheat death is that, in the end, you still lose.

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

Y lo malo de tratar de burlar a la muerte es que siempre tienes las de perder.

There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

Of course it's always possible to gain time, put up a front, try to last it out - how long, a year, eighteen months? I'd rather leave the arena before I am beaten to a pulp and have to be dragged out. One has to know how to accept the inevitable.

To Americans the idea of a problem without a solution is insupportable; and any direct encounter with the "human condition", that is, the inevitability of loss and defeat, sends them scurrying off to psychiatrists or on a frantic pursuit of power, money, world records.

Death is much like an alarm clock except there is never a snooze button to give you just a moment more, before you really have to wake.

La vida es una maldita enfermedad que a todos nos acaba matando.

Pain comes to us from deep back, from where it grew in the human body. Pain sucks more pain into it, we don't know why. It lives, and we harbor its weight. When the worst comes, we will not act the opposite. We will do what we were taught, we who learnt our lessons in the dead light. We pass them on. We hurt, and hurt others, in a circular motion.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.

Whether you're making love to the ladies or postulating the infinite, you'll still get all flabby one day!

Why do you always talk about death?" "Because it's part of us," Quinn said softly "Part of our lives.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

We are all, I realise, even as I write this, merely moving closer to our deaths. At the end of this sentence I am closer to mine than I was at the beginning. It's relentless. It's a savage thing. And yet for a long time I've carried with me a sense of life opening out. Evidently it's some kind of protective illusion.

I try to tell myself I must accept certain private inevitabilities. I will live a life of continual deep fatigue, for example. I will carry in me, like a poison, like a virus, rancor for most things, and while this condition will not improve, nonetheless I will learn to live with my rancor as if it were a minor irritation. There will be many achievable things that I will not do and then there will come a time when I realize they are no longer even achievable.

Pay attention to fate, Mrs. Osgood. It will always have the last word.

Morrer! Todos nós havemos de morrer; basta estarmos vivos

Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.