#fate

And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#truth #death

Some people think destiny is something you cannot escape, such as death or a curdled cheesecake, both of which always turn up sooner or later. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#death #destiny #fate #death

She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#fate #tragedy #death

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar's fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#fate #tragedy #death

Death wears a big hat. ↗

— Elvis Costello

#death

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#fate #love #mortal-coil #mystery #rebirth

Those who live in the country get idiotic in time, without noticing it, for a while they think it's original and good for their health, but life in the country is not original at all, for anyone who wasn't born in and for the country it shows a lack of taste and is only harmful to their health. The people who go walking in the country walk right into their own funeral in the country and at the very least they lead a grotesque existence which leads them first into idiocy, then into an absurd death. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#fate #health #provincialism #death

Fate doesn’t care about family. When the time is up, she nicks at the thread ↗

— Cecilia Robert

#fate #death

Well, this is the hardest part to believe; look, you can suspend me if you want to, but it's the God's honest truth. This man Tompkins came all the way down to where I was bending over the body at the foot of the stairs. I straightened up and covered him with my gun. It didn't faze him in the least, he kept moving right on past me toward the street-door. Not quickly, either; as slowly as if he was just going out for a walk. He said, 'It isn't my time yet. You can't do anything to me with that.' ("Speak To Me Of Death") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#fate #death

And I still say it was just a coincidence;' he muttered pugnaciously. 'You say it too! Look at me and say it! It was just a coincidence. That happened to be the nearest place on the dial where they both met exactly, those two hands. My blows dented them. They got stuck there just as the works died, that was all. Stay sane whatever you do. Say it over and over. It was just a coincidence!' Outside the tall French windows, in the velvety night-sky, the stars in all their glory twinkled derisively in at them. ("Speak To Me Of Death") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#curse #desitny #fate #sanity #death