Quotes About Inevitability

It was called ananke, this sensitivity to the pull of destiny.

You know that feeling," she said, "when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.

Cuando estás leyendo un libro, y sabes que habrá una tragedia; puedes sentir el frió y la oscuridad llegando, ver la red tejiéndose cerca de los personajes que viven y respiran en las páginas. Pero estas tan atado a la historia como si fueras tirado detrás de un carruaje, y no puedes dejarlo pasar o cambiar el rumbo haciéndose a un lado.

but like a darkness slowly advancing, like winter lightning, we are drawn together.

Once you throw down that gauntlet of ultimatum, the "one more thing" will happen. Nat figured it probably wouldn't even matter much what it was. It would be the straw that broke her. And it had been defined. Prepared for. So it would happen. It was only a matter of time.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

You carry your death in every cell of you. Every tiny mote in your body is dying, faster than sleight of hand. You are always dying, every second. How could I take that out of you?

I always die at the end," he whispers, and he is afraid now, his hands shaking. "It is always like this. It is never easy".

Mientras hacen proyectos para el futuro, cae de nuevo la noche. La noche es así, no hace más que caer; hay que compadecerla.

Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the light is, know what it will do to them. And come anyway.

However, because death is the only absolute equality among human beings on earth, even the ignoblest and the most welcome instance of it deserves a little ceremonious thought.

Always remember that anything but death can be changed or ignored because most things people dread are man-made yet they seem so inevitable or basic.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard there's nothing you can do.

What boots up must come down.

The first breath is the beginning of death.

If it weren't for death, life would be unbearable.

Death marches on — an army inexorable, its tireless soldiers obeying orders of fate.

If you kill one fly, ten more will come to its funeral.

And after all, what did it matter? Everybody died anyway, the good and the bad, the efficients and the weaklings, those that loved to live and those that scorned to live. They passed. Everything passed.

Ma tutte le cose cattive, come quelle buone, hanno una fine...

Tides are like politics. They come and go with a great deal of fuss and noise, but inevitably they leave the beach just as they found it. On those few occasions when major change does occur, it is rarely a good news.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

The truth always finds a way, Maisie, in some manner or form. You cannot deliberately change the course of the river without causing a flood or drought somewhere else.

L'Histoire ne connaît pas de miracle.