Quotes About Fateful

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

Lucky for me I didn't know. Why lucky for her? Not lucky for the people she was protecting, but lucky for Ró?a. She didn't have to choose.

Fateful moments tend to evoke grandeur of speech, especially in French.

William III died childless in 1702, in a fall when his horse stumbled over a molehill, an obstacle that seems as if it should have some philosophical significance but, as far as can be seen, does not.

Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I had noticed him, as he had me. God help us.

The happening that happened was that I met this girl ...

In a way, it was destiny.

It was to be one of the most fateful days of his life.

Beauty is a fateful gift of the essence of truth, and here truth means the disclosure of what keeps itself concealed. The beautiful is not what pleases, but what falls within that fateful gift of truth which comes to be when that which is eternally non-apparent and therefore invisible attains its most radiantly apparent appearance.

There were certain moments upon which the whole of the future course of one's life might turn. And almost inevitably they popped out at one without any warning at all, leaving one with no time to consider or engage in a reasoned debate with oneself. One had to make a split second decision, and much depended upon it. Perhaps everything.

A few months later Miss Mitten was killed by a milk van in Hobart, across the road from a cricket oval. To the twins there was hidden justice in the fact that the milk van had been reversing.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

It was kind of romantic. Catastrophically romantic.

It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.

Everything that had happened was all part of the same great big something, it had to happen, I just knew

See, it's all about Fate. Fate that I'm going to be a dead kid. Fate that you got tangled up with me. We're both stuck and all we can do is make the best of it.

Ironically, John Wilkes Booth often rented this very room during the previous summer. In fact, as recently as three weeks ago, Booth lolled on the very bed in which Lincoln is now dying.

Hindenburg take off.)

Not every story in history has a beginning, a middle and an end, but the wreck of the Titanic does. It begins when they leave, in the middle it hits an iceberg, and in the final two hours, the ship sinks.

One doesn't know, necessarily, when one meets the trip-action person in one's life. A good teacher, a flirt behind the dry-goods counter, a petty thief wielding a knife. Any one of a thousand chance encounters might be the chance of a lifetime. Or a deathtime.

Tarde o temprano, a todos nos alcanza el rayo.

Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.

The queen had passed him, so close he'd felt the stir of air, and he guessed that if she had turned her head, only a little, and met his eyes, he might have died right there.