Quotes About Inevitability

History knows no vacillating and no consideration for feelings. It flows, powerfully and unerringly, toward its goal. On every bend it deposits debris and sludge and the bodies of the drowned. But—it knows its course. History doesn't make mistakes.

Certain things have to be, the sun has to rise.

A human being does at all times only what he wills, and yet does it necessarily. But that rests on the fact that he is what he wills : for out of what he is everything that he does at any time follows necessarily.

Uma hipótese leva, na cabeça em que se estabeleceu ou mesmo na cabeça em que nasceu, uma vida comparável à de um organismo, já que assimila do mundo exterior apenas o que lhe é proveitoso e homogêneo. Quanto ao que é heterogêneo e prejudicial, ou ela não deixa que chegue perto, ou então, quando se trata de algo que é inevitável assimilar, expele-o novamente, intacto.

To be happy one must be as ignorant as youth, youth thinks that willing and striving are joys - it does not yet discover the unending character of desire and the fruitless of fulfillment, It does not yet see the inevitableness of defeat

Nonetheless, everyone desires to achieve old age, that is to say a condition in which one can say: 'Today it is bad, and day by day it will get worse – until at last the worst of all arrives.

Could the completed life course of such a man turn out in any respect, even the smallest, in any happening, any scene, differently from the way it did? – No! is the consistent and correct answer.

Life itself is a sea full of rocks and whirlpools that man avoids with the greatest caution and care, although he knows that, even when he succeeds with all his efforts and ingenuity in struggling through, at every step he comes nearer to the greatest, the total, the inevitable and irremediable shipwreck, indeed even steers right on to it, namely death. This is the final goal of the wearisome voyage, and is worse for him than all the rocks that he has avoided.

Now they were old. Old enough. A viable, die-able age.

Death is the enemy. But the enemy has superior forces. Eventually, it wins.

Our reverence for independence takes no account of the reality of what happens in life: sooner or later, independence will become impossible. Serious illness or infirmity will strike . It is as inevitable as sunset. And then a new question arises: If independence is what we live for, what do we do when it can no longer be sustained?

Serious illness or infirmity will strike. It is as inevitable as sunset. And then a new question arises: If independence is what we live for, what do we do when it can no longer be sustained?

There's no escaping the tragedy of life, which is that we are all aging from the day we are born.

DECLINE REMAINS OUR fate; death will someday come.

There's no escaping the tragedy of life, which is that we are all aging from the day we are born. One may even come to understand and accept this fact.

There's no escaping the tragedy of life, which is that we are all aging from the day we are born.

Some will be alarmed by the prospect of a doctor's writing about the inevitability of decline and death. For many, such talk, however carefully framed, raises the specter of a society readying itself to sacrifice its sick and aged. But what if the sick and aged are already being sacrificed—victims of our refusal to accept the inexorability of our life cycle?

No matter what she'd done, you have to say... You have to say, 'It wouldn't have made a bit if difference.

I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.

Sometimes you know something is going to happen, even though they are ample opportunities to prevent it. Even though you don't want it, you know it's inevitable.

That's a cute sentence: the years to come. Why are you so sure they're coming?

I am going to die. Not in the goth existential way of overwrought poetry, all, "I stood upon the stage of life and saw Death, my dark-eyed lover, flipping me the bird from the back row," but in the very literal sense that something's going to happen to make his heart stop beating in, oh, say the next five minutes.

what is existence but an endless, ultimately futile delaying of the inevitable?

I try to remind myself when I feel great like this that there will be another terrible week coming someday.