Quotes About Fatality

Gentlemen, a strange fatality pervades the whole career of these events, as if verily mapped out before the world itself was charted.

The bitch is dead.

A Canadian journalist named Pinky Fulham was killed when a soft drinks vending machine overturned, crushing him.

Yet after night fall most any layover here, it seemed that they ended up cruising the bleak arterials of dismal L.A. backwaters, seeking out of some helpless fatality the company of lowlifes of opportunity.

He was gazing at her ass in a kind of morose fatality.

To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.

Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.

Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

Perhaps Pre's driving was affected enough that he simply misjudged the curve and his approach speed. Perhaps, as one policeman speculated, he was reaching for a cassette tape and took his eyes off the road. Perhaps he failed to make the turn for an altogether different reason. The result is the same.

Freediving can be extremely dangerous. It's got an incredibly high fatality rate outside of competition. But there's never been a fatality in competition. In terms of spear fishing and people who train by themselves, it's the second most dangerous sport in the world after base jumping. If you black out by yourself, you drown.

Victory is victory, dead is dead, however it is achieved.

No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

There are only two kinds of men; the dead and the deadly.

fatal vehicular misadventure.

Take my advice, as someone who dabbles in tales of extraordinary doom, and walk away from all of this madness. There are enough fatalities of a mundane sort. Find a quiet place and wait for one of them to carry you off.

Every day, 150 workers die from hazardous working conditions. And 92 percent are male.

If serial murder is, in essence, a sex crime, mass murder is almost always a suicidal one. In blind, apocalyptic fury, the mass murderer has decided to go out with a bang and take as many people with him as possible. Typically, once the bloodbath is over, the mass murderer will either end his own life or provoke a fatal shoot-out with the police ("suicide by cop," as it is called).

For all the flailing and huffing and puffing, there is a kind of fatality about the process of war-making and the excuses we find for it, the consolation of belligerence in politics.

We'll see what you find out," Stew said. "You'll find out what it feels like to be thrown from a speeding train to the rocky bottom of a drained sea. Except you won't really find out, because you'll be dead. Get it? What I mean is, it'll kill you when I throw you from this train so you'll be in no state to find out what it feels like. Get it? Due to your death by falling from a train.

I don't think people really take pneumonia seriously when they hear it. But people really die from pneumonia: kids, older people, even just regular-aged people. They just die from pneumonia.

Ah! then it must be an illusion. The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatality of faith, and the lesson of romance.

Who died maintaining his right of way— He was right, dead right, as he sped along, But he's just as dead as if he were wrong.