Quotes About Destiny

So the desire you have, that itch that you have to be whatever it is you want to be … that itch, that desire for good is God's proof to you sent already to indicate that it's yours. You already have it. Claim it.

The chances you take… the people you meet… the people you love… the faith that you have – that's what's going to define your life.

The decision that the man was to marry proceeded from God, not from the man.

When this happens, something "clicks" within you, and you know you have found what you were created to do. It is an instinctive, gut-level, spiritual experience. You'll know it when you see, hear and feel it.

Your calling is not an afterthought. God does not save you and then say, "Now what am I going to get him to do? What job can I give her in the church?" God saves you because He has a purpose for you.

The future happens, no matter how much we scream.

These are the days when, however simple the future, we do not go towards it but leave part of life in a lobby whose elevators divide and enclose us, brightening digits that show exactly where we are headed, while a young Polish woman is emptying an ashtray, and we are drawn to a window whose strings, if we pull them, widen an emptiness.

One should never love anyone so greatly that you allow them to take control of your destiny

My first point seems overwhelmingly simple: that the accidents of birth and geography determine to a very large extent to what faith we belong.

When God grabs you by the scruff of the neck then although theoretically you have a freedom to say 'no', in another sense, actually, you can't say no because it's like Jeremiah. 'God, you have cheated me. You called me to be a prophet against the people that I love, and all that I proclaim is words of doom and judgement.' And yet if I say I will shut up, I can't.

Somewhere deep inside us we seem to know that we are destined for something better than strife.

Ningún hombre es dueño de su propia vida", dijo. "Una parte de ti siempre está en manos de otra persona. Todo lo que puedes hacer es esperar que sea principalmente en las manos de Dios en las que estás".

I meant it, Claire,' he said quietly. 'My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since first I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your two hands here, and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.

Do you really think we'll ever-- I do, he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.

And you, my Sassenach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don's wife, or an outlaw's lady? I was born for you, I said simply, and held out my arms to him.

Jem made the little Scottish noise again, and Brianna looked sideways at him. Are you doing that on purpose? He looked up at her, surprised. Doing what? Never mind. When you are fifteen, I'm locking you in the cellar. What? Why? he demanded indignantly. Because that's when your father and grandfather started getting into real trouble, and evidently you're going to be just like them.

When I asked my Da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, 'Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman

Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion -- and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things happen? It's the sort of thing you wonder...

Ma chère, I serve a man who multiplied the loaves and fishes"—he smiled, nodding at the pool, where the swirls of the carps' feeding were still subsiding—"who healed the sick and raised the dead. Shall I be astonished that the master of eternity has brought a young woman through the stones of the earth to do His will?" Well, I reflected, it was better than being denounced as the whore of Babylon.

what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.

Hodie mihi cras tibi, said the inscription. Sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today, yours tomorrow. And thus passes away the glory of the world.

If one day, a bhailach...ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael-ye'll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.

I was born for you -Claire Fraser, Outlander

And in the end, it does not matter. I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.