Quotes About Inevitability

Once my song is ended, What comes to others soon or late, When their bodies pass away, Will also be my fate. My life will last the time of my song, But that will not be long.

We need to work hard to fend off our natural tendency to view what happened as having been inevitable. Our minds simply want to explain what happened and close the case, but the world followed but one path among many possible ones. If we do the Rain Dance and it rains, then to the human brain, it looks like the dance caused the rain. In the more rational part of our brain, we know it's not true. Yet we dance on.

The book, truth be told, left the reader feeling that there was little that might have been done to prevent all those people from dying.

Someone once asked me what I thought horror fiction did. What its purpose was . . . I replied that when I wrote horror fiction, I tried to take the improbable, the unimaginable, and the impossible, and make it seem not only possible--but inevitable.

All deaths are sudden, no matter how gradual the dying may be.

We all end up dying in the end. It's just a question of how and when.

My wife's biggest fear is air pollution, living in London as we do. She's convinced that's the big problem. And my own is sink holes and the inevitability of us all, at some point, collapsing into a sink hole and never being seen again.

I think sometimes the stars align whether we want them to or not. And we're drawn to certain people and places for no other reason than...Destiny.

You can fall in love and make love many times but there is only one bullet with your name etched on the side. And if you are lucky enough to be shot with that bullet then the wound never heals.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur.

Thee may tell Aunt Janet from me that she might as well try to stop the stars in their courses as to try to stop a love affair.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we're mortal, we know it's going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

We do things when it is our time to do them. They do not occur to us until it is time; they cannot be resisted, once their time has come. It's a question of time, not motive.

One of the hardest ideas for humans to accept,' he says, 'is that we are not the culmination of anything. There is nothing inevitable about our being here. It is part of our vanity as humans that we tend to think of evolution as a process that, in effect, was programmed to produce us.

Getting old is the surest route to dying.

What would it be like if we had four years and four months to watch an inescapable doom advancing toward us, knowing that when it finally arrived it would blow the skin right off our bones?

Jonathan Bate quotes a couplet from Cymbeline, "Golden lads and girls all must, / As chimney sweepers, come to dust

Exercise regularly. Eat sensibly. Die anyway.

There is no equality. The only thing people all have in common is that they are all going to die.

There's nothing that can change it and it's fucked.

Manuel Flores va a morir,/ eso es moneda corriente;/ morir es una costumbre/ que sabe tener la gente.

Is this what it all comes to? I wondered. Is this how it is supposed to turn out? You have your accidents, your broken bones and diseases, and then there is a strange hairiness that overtakes you and pretty soon you're dead, put in a wooden box and buried under a pile of dirt?