Quotes About Kismet

I'd be unbelievably wrong to say there isn't such a thing as the right place, right time-luck.

As a Muslim, I believe in the concept of fate, that there are certain things out of my control. Thus, what chance do I have to stand against kismet?

But fate—you know fate? Kismet is the word, in the Urdu language—fate has every power over us, but two. Fate cannot control our free will, and fate cannot lie. Men lie, to themselves more than to others, and to others more often than they tell the truth. But fate does not lie. Do you see?

Ah, 'Kismet,' or Carry On Camel, as we called it. I thought the show was shocking. It was the worst designed production ever but it's got a fantastic score. It's not an awfully good book though. You really have to work hard to eke out any laughs from that script.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.

Even love comes with its own season.. and relationships with their own kismets.They start through us, and then love loves through us. And when the give-and-take between two individuals is over, the relationship fades. Like a fruit that must fall from the bough if it is to carry its life into its next avatar. There is nothing more critical than to exercise the generosity to let something end with the grace it started with.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there's no such thing as coincidence.

When people love each other, when they find each other out of thousands and millions of people. It's always destiny.

With some we're certain our hearts must've been acquainted long before we have ever met them.

It was not a coincidence. It was not deja vu. It was destiny. It was my destiny to meet her.

Relationships are never chance events.

beshert. Meant to be.

We didn't just bump into each other or randomly meet. It was more like a soul collision, meant to be.

Call it fate, destiny, call it luck you ended up with me But some things are meant to be Coincidence, circumstance Or something bigger thats just out of our hands But some things are meant to be

No writer should minimize the factor that affects everyone but is beyond control: luck.

Wait. Wait. Mackensie? The redhead you had a crush on in high school?" Defeated, Carter rubbed the spot between his eyebrows again. "I should never have told you about that. This is why I rarely drink." "But, Cart, this is like kismet." Excitement rushed through the words. "It's like return of the nerd. It's the big chance to follow up on a lost opportunity." "It's coffee," Carter muttered.

A person could wish for one thing and speak of another, and their fate, their kismet, was the thing that could bring the two together.

Everything depends on One Word : Maktub !

Goddamn. Well, let's call that an experiment and chalk it up to experience. All hail Jill Kismet the scientist.

O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.

Love doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day. It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirt. It just has to be.

Real love is always fated. It has been arranged before time. It is the most meticulously prepared of coincidences.

It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.