Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
Passivity is fatal to us. Our goal is to make the enemy passive.
Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. Unless it's a fatal mistake, which, at least, others can learn from.
Does such a thing as the fatal flaw, that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?
Solve it. Solve it quickly, solve it right or wrong. If you solve it wrong, it will come back and slap you in the face, and then you can solve it right. Lying dead in the water and doing nothing is a comfortable alternative because it is without risk, but it is an absolutely fatal way to manage a business.
I am thirty-three -- the age of the good Sans-culotte Jesus; an age fatal to revolutionists.
A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.
Success is never final and failure is never fatal. It's courage that counts.
There are obstinate and unknown braves who defend themselves inch by inch in the shadows against the fatal invasion of want and turpitude. There are noble and mysterious triumphs which no eye sees. No renown rewards, and no flourish of trumpets salutes. Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment, and poverty and battlefields which have their heroes.
Swallowing that chocolate you just ateMay have been your fatal mistake!Your smooth complexion will get lumps and spots,Your lips will go brown and your teeth will all rot.Your breath will go smelly - it may make you sick,Not to mention your waistline expanding a bit!After eating that chocolate with its lack of nutrition,You will need to visit your local beautician.But no matter how ugly you may turn out to beYou will always be sweet and beautiful to me.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.
So-called austerity, the stoic injunction, is the path towards universal destruction. It is the old, the fatal, competitive path. Pull in your belt is a slogan closely related to gird up your loins, or the guns-butter metaphor.