Quotes About Inevitability

History knows no scruples and no hesitation. Inert and unnering flows towards her goal. History knows herway. She makes no mistakes.

nothing dies of old age. Everything dies of something.

por mucho que nuble, la sombra siempre termina despuntando cosida a los pies de uno. Y nadie puede escapar de su propia sombra.

Hay cosas que no se pueden eludir, Corso. Hay castillos que deben arder y hombres que ahorcar; perros destinados a despedazarse entre sí, virtudes que decapitar, puertas que se han de abrir para que otros pasen por ellas...

A fin de cuentas, se consoló, por mucho que duela y tardes en morir, al final siempre te mueres. Y quien muere, descansa.

He did not want to think, but it was inevitable that he would.

You are impossible. You are only a realist, and therefore nothing happens to you.

The best blood will at some time get into a fool or a mosquito.

Whether you like it or not, you're forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don't fear death, I'm a fatalist. I believe when it's your time, that's it. It's the hand you're dealt.

You can only live to be so old, then you gotta let go.

There is only one dream I can guarantee... my death.

For everyone and everything, there is a time to die. Some do not know it, or would delay it, but its truth cannot be denied. Not when you look into the stars of the ninth gate.

discoveries happened because they needed to happen. He

any life ending in death is essentially pointless.

Life is essentially a fatal disease of indeterminate duration.

All beds became deathbeds at last.

There is something in all of us that has always been dead," I said. "If only because we know that eventually we will die. All of us except the smallest children.

The game is nearly over,' she whispered. 'That is what I came to tell you. Did you think it would go on forever?

Life is tough, then you die.

Ah," said Dolly, with soothing gravity, "it's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest — one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all — the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n — they do, that they do;

Love and a cough cannot be hid.

Think of the wonderful circles in which our whole being moves and from which we cannot escape no matter how we try. The circler circles in these circles.

I think that even if you're wondering if two characters are ever going to kiss, drawing out the inevitability is part of the fun. Whatever the genre happens to be.

Mathematics takes us into the region of absolute necessity, to which not only the actual word, but every possible word, must conform.