Do you know what is going to happen to Bobby? The same thing that happened to Jack.
She was tragically prescient.
Even the gods cannot strive against necessity.
Politicians and rulers have always used necessity to justify what they wanted to do in crises.
Politics is a choice of enemas. You're going to get it up the ass, no matter what you do.
Necessity is the most powerful divinity the world knows--it is the result of physical forces set in operation by ethical forces.
Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny.
The compulsion of fate is bitter.
Whether it's destiny or fate or whatever, I don't think I could do a French Laundry anywhere else.
Fate keeps on happening.
God, our genes, our environment, or some stupid programmer keying in code at an ancient terminal - there's no way free will can ever exist if we as individuals are the result of some external cause.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never re-enter it once we are on the outside. [Fr., L'honneur est comme une ile escarpee et sans bords; On n'y peut plus rentrer des qu'on en est dehors.]
Reality has a way of intruding. Reality eventually intrudes on everything.
Events are called inevitable only after they have occurred.
Necessity inspires the fatal thought.