Quotes About Inevitability

Time is the cruelest force of all.

You could not stop the winds and you could not stop Time. It went on and on, -and on.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.

So all things limp together for the only possible.

The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is.

He had come. It had been somehow inevitable.

We are in the grip of some big machine grinding us along. The force of it simplifies everything. A weird calm settled over me from inside out. What is about to happen has stood in line to happen. All the roads out of that instant have been closed, one by one.

We do not think of it every day, but we never forget it: the beloved shall grow old, or ill, and be taken away finally. No matter how ferociously we fight, how tenderly we love, how bitterly we argue, how pervasively we berate the universe, how cunningly we hide, this is what shall happen.

Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction.

But soon," he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall

but the apple was already eaten, and the angel's arm bared to drive me from all hope. Yet I would die to make her happy. If the monster executed his threat, death was inevitable;

LISTEN TO MY STORY, AND YOU WILL PERCEIVE HOW IRREVOCABLY IT IS DETERMINED.

Les faibles ne peuvent pas choisir leur façon de mourir

when what felt like a wide distribution of probable outcomes narrows to the inevitable.

Il y a des moments dans un combat électoral, comme dans la vie, où tous les chemins possible qui s'ouvraient à vous se ferment soudain, à l'exception d'un seul ; des moments où le large éventail de probabilités qui semblait se déployer se réduit à une seule issue, inévitable.

The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep.

What a rich wisdom it would be, and how much more bountiful a harvest, to gain pleasure not from achieving personal perfection but from understanding the inevitability of imperfection and pardoning those who also fall short of it.

You could probably think of a hundred little things that would have made this turn out different. But you'd be wrong. A life like your sister's isn't some little pony you can turn around any way you want. It's a train. Once it gets going it's heavier than heaven and hell put together and it runs on its own track.

the young man's blindness irreparable, his mistakes immutable, the consequences irreversible.

Shoganai," I said. Literally, There is no way of doing it. "Yes," he said, nodding. "Elsewhere they have Cest la vie, or That's life.

Death catches everyone eventually, and I had never harbored any illusions about its ability to catch me. That it had hesitated so long to do so seemed born more of a desire to mock me than of any real inclination to wait. Death had tired of that game, and had finally moved in to collect what we all owe.

fait accompli

How awful is it to be dead? It would be better to be the lowest, most impoverished, slave-driven nobody on earth than to be the king of the dead in gloomy Hades. And there is no turning back and no way to improve one's lot. That is the fate of virtually all who die.

Because ka was like a fish, ka was like a sand dune, ka was like a wheel that didn't want to stop but only to roll on and on, crushing whatever might happen to be in its path. A wheel of many spokes.