Quotes About Destiny

I don't believe in God. And I certainly don't feel chosen. I think you may be. I smiled dubiously. Thank you. It is not meant as a compliment. Hazard makes you elect. You cannot elect yourself.

Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependant upon it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure; and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard. You may die before you turn the next page.

The rebel with no specific gift for rebellion is destined to become the drone; and even this metaphor is inexact, since the drone has at least a small chance of fecundating the queen, whereas the human rebel-drone is deprived even of that small chance and may finally see himself as totally sterile, lacking not only the brilliant life-success of the queens but even the humble satisfactions of the workers in the human hive. Such

Dac? pe drumul pe care îl urmezi de mult? vreme, o maÈ™in? se opreÈ™te s? te ia, asta nu poate schimba decât ora sosirii, nu poate explica È™i motivul pentru care ai apucat-o în direcÈ›ia aceea.

It's as if we spend our entire lives avoiding Jell-O but it is always there at the end, waiting.

I've loved you all my life. Even before we met. Part of it wasn't even you. It was just a promise of you.

Yet by some stroke of almost providential good fortune, he became wanted.

Marley fez-me pensar no carácter efémero da vida, nas suas alegrias passageiras e oportunidades perdidas. Fez-me lembrar que só temos uma chance de chegar ao ouro, sem repetições.

The lords realized that her position as the future queen of France

the most breathtaking and dramatic events of Mary's life were about to unfold.

Within a fortnight of her arrival, Mary knew that her whole future lay in Cecil's hands.

Rarely is success an accident, but when it is, rarely does it last.

Owen Meany believed that "coincidence" was a stupid, shallow refuge sought by stupid, shallow people who were unable to accept the fact that their lives were shaped by a terrifying and awesome design – more powerful and unstoppable than the Yankee Flyer. (a train)

LAST NITE I HAD A DREAM. NOW I KNOW FOUR THINGS. I KNOW THAT MY VOICE DOESN'T CHANGE – BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW WHY. I KNOW THAT I AM GOD'S INSTRUMENT. I KNOW WHEN I'M GOING TO DIE – AND NOW A DREAM HAS SHOWN ME HOW I'M GOING TO DIE. I'M GOING TO BE A HERO! I TRUST THAT GOD WILL HELP ME, BECAUSE WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO LOOKS VERY HARD.

He was too young to know that, in any novel with a reasonable amount of forethought, there were no coincidences.

We don't always have a choice how we get to know one another. Sometimes, people fall into our lives cleanly-as if out of the sky, or as if there were a direct flight from Heaven to Earth-the same sudden way we lose people, who once seemed they would always be part of our lives.

people can't, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents.

On his bedside table, between the reading lamp and the telephone, was his battered copy of David Copperfield. Homer didn't have to open the book to know how the story began. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show, he recited from memory.

In every life," Dolores had said, "I think there's always a moment when you must decide where you belong.

MADE FOR TELEVISION!' said Owen Meany.

Every time you throw a snail off the dock, Ray teased Homer Wells, you're making someone start his whole life over. Maybe I'm doing him a favor, said Homer Wells, the orphan.

An aura of fate had marked him. He moved slowly; he often appeared to be lost in thought, or in his imagination—as if his future were predetermined, and he wasn't resisting it.

Not every collision course comes as a surprise.

The chain of events, the links in our lives—what leads us where we're going, the courses we follow to our ends, what we don't see coming, and what we do—all this can be mysterious, or simply unseen, or even obvious.