Quotes About Destiny

Om man vill vara högtidlig, kan man säga att jag hade hittat hem, har han sagt, och om man vill vara lustig, kan man tala om kärlek vid första ögonkastet.

Second star to the right-" "-and straight on till morning? Yeah, I've heard that one before. Lit of the Ancient Homeworlds 101....

There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories -- perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years -- and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.

When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.

Which are more full of fate: The stars, or those sad eyes?

So many stories are determined before they start

Nowadays our sense of history is being destroyed by the nature of our history - our memory is short and it grows shorter under the rapidity of the assault of events. What once occupied all our minds and filled the musty meeting halls with the awareness of heroism and destiny has now become chiefly a matter for the historical scholar.

Our life is managed from behind the scenes: we are actors in dramas that we cannot interpret. Of almost no decisive event can we say: this was our own choosing. We happen upon careers, necessity pushing, blind inclination pulling. If we stop to think we are amazed that we should be what we are.

I believe that the attacks on your life have much more to do with who you might be in the future than who you have been in the past.

God uniquely created your DNA and knit your frame in secret so he could surprise the world. He authored how your heart expresses itself; he was the architect of your smile and the melody of your voice; he made all of your features with the fondest thoughts of only you in mind. He celebrated along with your parents your first smile and watched with affection your first steps.

St. Brigid's Island perched like a jagged accident above the water, all grass and rock, no beach to ease the passage of a boat, no harbor to shelter it once there. Twelve miles west of Ireland, at times nearly impossible to get to and just as deadly to try to leave. It was the whim of the wind and the swelling sea that determined who landed there and who was let go.

Stars to light our way.

There's no rewind, or erasing, or unmaking. The things that happened, they are you, you are them. You can escape, but you can't get away. Just the way it is.

Nur zu bald wirst du diesen Ort, dein Heimatdorf, verlassen. Du wirst durch Schmerz und Feuer und Hunger gehen, und ich kann nicht sagen, wie das Ende aussehen wird. Vielleicht wirst du am Ende nach Palästina kommen oder nach Amerika. Und dort wirst du deinen Kindern Geschichten aus deiner Kindheit erzählen, und sie werden diese Stadt für ebenso exotisch, ebenso fern halten wie Shanghai. Und nur zu bald werdensie fort von dir und in ferne Länder gehen wollen.

It's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are.

There's no controlling what Fate hands you...and in my experience, it rarely seem to give you exactly what you need at the exact moment you need it. ...Just remember this, it's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are

Just remember this. It's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are.

Sometimes on the way to your dream, you get lost and find a better one.

People try and make out there's a greater purpose, a secret meaning, that it all means something. And it doesn't.

Maybe it was too much of a coincidence to be a purely coincidence.

He] didn't view the less idyllic chapters of his life as the results of "mistakes." He didn't believe in mistakes. He believed in a preordained path, and so far every point on this path had felt right. Every bad relationship had felt right, every shitty job he'd done had felt right - because he'd chosen them.

She read it through just once, before pressing send and propelling it forcefully, wantonly, thoughtlessly into the universe, where it would change the course of her life in ways that she could not possibly have imagined.

There was no beginning, middle and end to destiny, it wasn't neat and manageable. It was random and scary and if it wanted to it would.

Thoughts of destiny and cause-and-effect and how maybe if that girl wasn't working in that bar . . . maybe someone else on the other side of the planet would be unable to come up with a cure for cancer.