Engage in combat fully determined to die and you will be alive; wish to survive in the battle and you will surely meet death.
Cynicism was a one-way path, and once taken the way back was lost forever.
Kill us today or you'll have to kill us tomorrow.
"It can't happen here" is number one on the list of famous last words.
What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.
Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear and when the land kills of its own volition, we acquiesce and say the victim had no right to live
Assassination is a part of public service …. If it is my fate to die by an assassin’s bullet, so be it.
Upon landing, he was killed by a political assassin's bullet.
I'm a fatalist.... I consider I am rejected in principle. My work is and, through my work, I am. If it's accepted, it's miraculous or the result of a misunderstanding.
Fate rules. You follow the steps and you plan and you work. Then fate slips in laughing and makes fools of us. Sometimes we can trick it or out guess it but most often its already written. For some its written in blood. That doesn't mean we stop, but it does mean we can't comfort ourselves with blame. It's easier to take the blame than to admit there was nothing you could do to stop whatever happened.
If I drop dead tomorrow, at least I’ll know I died in good health.
I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.
There's nothing wrong with making the best of one's declining years, but what does annoy me is the fatalism. Now that we're seriously in range of finding therapies that actually work against ageing, this apathy, of course, becomes an enormous part of the problem.
He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.
People like me don't expect to live past 24.
Maybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.
The 1930s was a funny time. People knew they might not live for another six months, so if they were attracted to one another, there was no time to dawdle.
A lot of people die in my movies. So if you're in a few of my movies, you have a good chance of dying!
Many persons sigh for death when it seems far off, but the inclination vanishes when the boat upsets, or the locomotive runs off the track, or the measles set it.
...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.
To hell with the future. It's a man-eating idol.
I think of myself as a doom person. I'm a worrier. But I like the idea of being an optimist. Maybe I'm the kind of optimist who deep down knows it's not going to work.
Don't worry about a sugar planter. Give him a horse and he'll ride to his own funeral.
It's all in the day's work, as the huntsman said when the lion ate him.
If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.
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