Quotes About Destiny

but there came a point when one abandoned hope for faith, and trusted fate for charity.

Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

It's not too late, you know," she said. She smiled, teasing a little tremulously. "You could still back out." "It's been too late for me since the day I saw you," he said gruffly.

No man owns his own life," he said. "Part of you is always in someone else's hands. All ye can do is hope it's mostly God's hands you're in.

Well, my mother told me I'd be some lassie's choice one fine day." He reached down a hand and helped me up. "I told her," he continued, "that I thought it was the man's part to choose." "And what did she say to that?" I asked. "She rolled her eyes and said 'You'll find out, my fine wee cockerel, you'll find out.' " He laughed. "And so I have.

Still, when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial? Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.

But I do know. At the same Time, I cannot be sure how the Things that I know will come about. Am I meant to be in some Way Part of this? Should I hold back, will that somehow damage or prevent the Success of our Desires? I often wish I could discuss these Questions with your Husband, though Presbyterian that he is, I think he would find them even more unsettling than I do. 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.

Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.

Diana Gabaldon

Call it fate," Claire had said, looking at him with a hawk's eye, the one that sees from far above, so far above, maybe, that what seems mercilessness is truly compassion. "Or call it bad luck. But it wasn't your fault. Or hers.

I knew an old lady in the Highlands once, who said the lines in your hand don't predict your life; they reflect it.

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?

Why, the lines of your palm show what ye are, dear. That's why they change—or should. They don't, in some people; those unlucky enough never to change in themselves, but there are few like that.

I was born for you, I simply said, and held out my arms to him.

When I asked my Da how ye knew which was the right women, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that fruit 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.

we've had some luck, both good and bad.

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, studying history Ã¢â'¬Â¦ 

Diana Gabaldon

Et papa ? - Et papa quoi ? - Fait-il partie de ceux qui ont toujours su ) quoi ils étaient destinés ? Les mains de Claire s'arrêtèrent un instant. - Oh ! oui, il sait. - Quoi ? Un laird, un chef ? Sa mère hésita, réfléchissant. - Non, répondit-elle enfin. Elle prit le pilon et se mit à écraser la marjolaine. Son parfum s'éleva dans la pièce comme de l'encens. - Un homme. Ce qui n'est pas rien.

You have free choice; so have all the others in this world. And history, I believe, is a cumulation of all those actions. Some individuals are chosen by God to affect the destinies of many. Perhaps you are one of those. Perhaps not. I do not know why you are here. You do not know. It is likely that neither of us will ever know. Sometimes I don't even know why I am here! - Father Anselm

that every human soul had a destiny and had a duty to find and fulfill it.

To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?