It's not wise to welcome the inevitable, for it greets you coldly and eagerly enough.

"You'll never take me alive!" - Perhaps. But either way, they're still going to take you.

Now when Túrin learnt from Finduilas of what had passed, he was wrathful, and he said to Gwindor: 'In love I hold you for your rescue and sake-keeping. But now you have done ill to me, friend, to betray my right name, and call my doom upon me, from which I would lie hid.'
But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

I would not be gloom and doom because it is not at all gloom and doom.

Once and for all is almost never, once and for all.