Quotes About Fated

it was only after a long silence, when he said, in a hesitating voice, I suppose you fellows remember I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit, that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences.

To the poet fated to be a poet, self-expression is as natural and as involuntary as breathing is to us ordinary mortals.

Just then, a demoness dressed in black leather with cheap makeup on her horns gave Rydstrom a measuring look as she passed, but he turned away. He was . . . curious about wicked females, always had been, but they weren't his type—no matter what Cadeon occasionally threw in his face when they fought. No, Rydstrom wanted his queen, his own fated female, a virtuous demoness to stand by his side and grace his bed.

destined love, a karmic connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another. The legends say that the loved one is instantly recognised because she's loved in every gesture, every expression of thought, every movement, every sound, and every mood that prays in her eyes. The legends say that we know her by her wings—the wings that only we can see—and because wanting her kills every other desire of love.

He had to go there because of Patrick; and because it was fated. Yes, that gave him courage, to feel that he had not sought it, it had come upon him, and however fruitless or disastrous that journey might be, he had to undertake it, because it was his fate.

Oh poor Princess Emerald, you've been fated to be frozen all day,' said Dad, and he wrapped his arms round me.

Ghosts, they say, stay for three simple reasons: they love life too wholly to leave, they love some other too deeply to part, or they need to linger on for a bit, to coax a distant knife toward its fated throat.

The pragmatic method is primarily a method of settling metaphysical disputes that otherwise might be interminable. Is the world one or many?—fated or free?—material or spiritual?

High destiny is clear impressed

Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy. Ill-fated, impious race!

Wrongdoing is an absence of something good rather than something fated or written in our DNA or forced upon us by shitty parents or careless teachers or cruel friendships. Evil is not a state; it is a "property," and when a person is in possession of enough "property," it sometimes begins to define them.