Examples of using "Fatal" in a sentence and their english translations:
Is it fatal?
- It can be fatal.
- It could be fatal.
It could be fatal.
It can be fatal.
That is then fatal for the tree.
It can be fatal.
If it gets too much, that's fatal.
so it's becoming fatal for humans
A slip of the tongue is sometimes fatal to a politician.
The scandal was fatal to his political future.
What makes one stronger, kills the other.
Nothing is so fatal to religion as indifference.
The slightest mistake may lead to a fatal disaster.
And this ignominious decree was the final straw that broke the camel’s back…
So when their screams descending fill the strand, / Misenus from his outlook sounds the fray.
Tidying up is great, but it has the downside that one can never find anything afterwards!
"The fatal day was come; the priests prepare / the salted meal, the fillets for may hair."
Nor have seen her since that day, / nor sought, nor missed her, till in Ceres' fane / we met at length, and mustered our array. / There she alone was wanting of our train, / and husband, son and friends all looked for her in vain!
"Lo, now to Priam, with exulting cries, / the Dardan shepherds drag a youth unknown, / with hands fast pinioned, and in captive guise. / Caught on the way, by cunning of his own, / this end to compass, and betray the town. / Prepared for either venture, void or fear, / the crafty purpose of his mind to crown, / or meet sure death."
"Broken by war, long baffled by the force / of fate, as fortune and their hopes decline, / the Danaan leaders build a monstrous horse, / huge as a hill, by Pallas' craft divine, / and cleft fir-timbers in the ribs entwine. / They feign it vowed for their return, so goes / the tale."
"In doubt, we bade Eurypylus explore / Apollo's oracle, and back he brought / the dismal news: With blood, a maiden's gore, / ye stilled the winds, when Trojan shores ye sought. / With blood again must your return be bought; / an Argive victim doth the God demand."
Rich presents, too, he sends for, saved of old / from Troy, a veil, whose saffron edges shone / fringed with acanthus, glorious to behold, / a broidered mantle, stiff with figures wrought in gold. / Fair Helen's ornaments, from Argos brought, / the gift of Leda, when the Trojan shore / and lawless nuptials o'er the waves she sought.