Quotes About Inevitability

It all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.

For life be, after all, only a waiting for something else than what we're doing, and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

Just before the doors closed, he said, "We're going to happen, Eva.

It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

I can only end up with one, and I must leave many lonely by the wayside. So that is all for now. Perhaps someday someone will leave me by the wayside. And that will be poetic justice.

If the reader says the state of affairs which I wish to bring about is right, or is just, or is inevitable and if this must lead into further deterioration, then I will have no quarrel with it. I might even, in some circumstances, feel obliged to support him.

You did not intend this, I did not intend it, No one intended, but . . . You must go.

The child might fear to be born and the mother to give birth, yet neither can choose otherwise when the time is come. Neither have I a choice. This is my only path.

Most people's lives—what are they but trails of debris, each day more debris, more debris, long, long trails of debris with nothing to clean it all up but, finally, death.

So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you.

Everybody dies." I said. "Mortality is the constant that defines our existence.

Nothing in life is promised except death.

History shows that there are no invincible armies.

Eviction is much more an inevitability than a result of irresponsibility.

You do not chuse where You bestow your Heart. Your Heart bestows Itself, will-you-nill-you, in the Midst of other Business. —

That line from the Iliad, "Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.

I say, Billy, what's the use in playing croquet when you're doomed? He says, Frankie, what's the use of not playing croquet when you're doomed?

Communication is pointless and we're all doomed.

Juan Narciso Ucañan went to his fate that Wednesday, and no one even noticed.

When the militants asked that the wind of history be given a little more in-depth analysis, the leaders retorted with the notion of hope, and the necessity and inevitability of decolonization, etc.

Things are the way they are because they were the way they were.

He neither knew where he was, nor whither he was going, he could have no plan because he could foresee nothing, everything happening was inevitable and unexpected, he was an act in a whole chain of acts; and, though his movements had to conform to those of others, spontaneously, as part of some infinitely flexible plan, which he could not comprehend very clearly even in regard to its immediate object, he could rely on no one but himself.

And so in that moment he completes the process of growing up. And begins the process of dying. Which is much the same thing.