He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
The development of the national spirit in its present form leads into blind alleys. Some condition must be found which preserves the life of the nation, but rules out the fatal rivalry among nations.
The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman's name.
War is never fatal but always lost. Always lost.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
I believe in the fatal hairdo just for the love of saying fatal hairdo.
It's fatal to talk about acting. It sounds faintly ridiculous if you start analysing it.
Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently contagious one.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.
Mediocrity is now, as formerly, dangerous, commonly fatal, to the poet; but among even the successful writers of prose, those who rise sensibly above it are the very rarest exceptions.
Exposure as a propagandist is fatal to the would-be persuader.
Often it is fatal to live too long.
I'm practically broke and homeless. This fatal city, Antioch, has devoured all my money: this fatal city with its extravagant life.
I am thirty-three - the age of the good Sans-culotte Jesus; an age fatal to revolutionists.
The world of physics is essentially the real world construed by mathematical abstractions, and the world of sense is the real world construed by the abstractions which the sense-organs immediately furnish. To suppose that the "material mode" is a primitive and groping attempt at physical conception is a fatal error in epistemology.
Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination. You are always living three, or indeed six, months hence. I believe that people entirely devoid of imagination never can be really good gardeners. To be content with the present, and not striving about the future, is fatal.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Medicine is a collection of uncertain prescriptions, the results of which, taken collectively, are more fatal than useful to mankind.
Success is not permanent & failure is not fatal.
