Quotes About Inevitability

It is the lot of man but once to die.

Very few people are acquainted with death. They undergo it, commonly, not so much out of resolution as custom and insensitivity; and most men die because they cannot help it.

There is no man so fortunate that there shall not be by him when he is dying some who are pleased with what is going to happen.

Don't you know that the very thing a man dreads is the thing that always happens?

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

It happens to everybody, horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.

The wheel of a man's life. No mercy. No pity.

Even-handed fate Hath but one law for small and great: That ample urn holds all men's names.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins." "I'm going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.

A man may twist as he pleases, and do what he pleases, but he inevitably comes back to the track to which nature has destined him.

Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

I can see being kind to people, but I don't think giving them money solves the problem. I think it makes the problem worse and it prolongs the ultimate, inevitable end anyway.

The gold standard sooner or later will return with the force and inevitability of natural law, for it is the money of freedom and honesty.

Death is the final wake-up call.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

Our destiny is frequently met in the very paths we take to avoid it.

When you're dead, you're done.

Nature doesn't ask your permission; it doesn't care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You're obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

But capitalist production begets,with the inexorability of a law of Nature,its own negation. It is the negation of negation.

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.