Margaret Stohl Quotes

It's over. We've all been sentenced to die.

the wheel of fate crushes us all

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

There is nothing like death to say what is always such an artificial thing to say: The End.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

Those who live by the wall must die by the wall.

All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.

I don't fear death. If it happens, it was meant to happen.

The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.

What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that, too. And even if wars didn't keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.

We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.

SOONER OR LATER ALL MEN MUST DIE. EVERYTHING DIES IN THE END. I CAN BE ROBBED BUT NEVER DENIED, I TOLD MYSELF. WHY WORRY? “I too cannot be cheated,” snapped Fate.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?

You may win your heart's desire, but in the end you're cheated of it by death.

Nought is there in wealth That serves as bulwark 'gainst the subtle stealth Of Destiny and Doom.

Everything's going to end eventually. I don't know if we're rushing it or making it faster.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

It's as if we spend our entire lives avoiding Jell-O but it is always there at the end, waiting.