Quotes About Destiny

Maybe fate's arithmetic is so diffuse that it's not arithmetic at all.

It is a dangerous thing with brothers, to think that you could be as strong as them, or as wise as them, or as good as them. To believe that you could have been the same person, if only you hadn't gone a different way. To think that your parents raised you the same, and that your genes combined the same, and that the rest of what has happened in all your triumph . . . or failure.

And you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

It was, I thought, a simple equation: You find the right person. You do the right things. And from that, everything goes right.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads. Happenstances. I just happened to be one of them.

In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

I am liking him enough to know that a different time and a different place might have led to a different outcome. But since I'm not planning on leaving this time or place anytime soon, it's not a point worth making.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations – all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

What if Katie Couric had turned to me and said, "The love of your life is here in this crowd"? Would I have believed her? Would it have even been possible, if we'd met then?

If we don't fight other people's curses, what are we left with? Just a swift fall to the earth, and where's the meaning in that?

when people say right person, wrong time, or wrong person, right time, it's usually a cop-out. They think that fate is playing with them. That we're all just participants in this romantic reality show that God gets a kick out of watching. But the universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

You are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

As if that in some way made it better, that fate hadn't planned it weeks in advance.

Fate has a strange way of making plans,' I agreed.

Our kisses were seismic. When seen by the wrong person, they could destroy us. When shared with the right person, they had the power of confirmation, the force of destiny.

With some people, the minute you start talking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should've known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

But the more I live with it, and the more I live in general, the more I realize: We all have days that could alter the course of our lives. Not each and every day, maybe. But a lot of them. Most of them.

En esta vida extraña, lo que quiero por encima de todo es que Tony sea feliz. Hace mucho tiempo que sabemos que no estábamos predestinados a enamorarnos, pero una parte de mí sigue ilusionándose por él. Quiero un mundo justo. Y en un mundo justo, Tony brillaría.

With some people, the minute you start taking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should've known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present, because that is where I am destined to live.

is where I am destined to live.

It 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 date. It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit. It just has to be.

Pope John Paul I had died and been succeeded by John Paul II, the first non-Italian pope for four hundred and fifty years: a Pole, a poet, a philosopher, a linguist, an athlete, a man of destiny, dramatically chosen, instantly popular - but theologically conservative. A changing Church acclaims a Pope who evidently thinks that change has gone far enough. What will happen now? All bets are void, the future is uncertain, but it will be interesting to watch. Reader, farewell!

Ultimately, each life is a mystery until we each solve the mystery, and that's where we are all headed whether we know it or not.