Quotes About Destiny

To reach the future, man needs to be clever and more important than this he must be lucky!

Walk ten meters, you will find the lust; walk thousand miles, you may find the love! Soil is everywhere; but gold is somewhere!

We can't change our fate, because we can't change something which doesn't exist.

We must often visit yesterday to see how lucky or unlucky we are today!

What lies at the end of the life path? The answer is simple: Nothing lies over there! That's why mankind must change the end of the road!

You cannot travel to the known; because all travels are towards the future and the future is unknown!

You have so many miles and so many years to reach the stars; if you ignore this, you can reach over there!

You may cross many bridges and you may travel many roads, but you will always carry your own nature with you! Your nature is your shadow!

Your mind and your luck determine your destiny!

If God wanted us to fly, He would have given us tickets.

Forse la pazzia non è l'ebetudine, non è il monologare franto e farneticante dei disperati che si aggirano sui marciapiedi delle stazioni, è la diversità che separa dagli altri, dalle altre, è la speranza, il sogno, quasi la pretesa di avere un destino. Di non essere un ombra senza storia, un fantasma che scivola sul mondo senza lasciare un impronta, e di voler fare qualcosa di importante nella vita.

Whatever your past has been, you have a spotless future.

Because karma, you know what they say about that. (They use a swear word.)

The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

His seed will issue kings, but he will never reign For she would be Queen of Lumatere. But he would be king to her.

We pass more women with swollen bellies hurrying towards the godshouse and Arjuro presses a kiss to Tariq's outstretched fingers. 'She's mocking me, runt of our litter,' Arjuro tells him. 'The Oracle is mocking me for choosing a man to share my bed. And her punishment is that I spend the rest of eternity staring between the legs of women.

And we all end up where we started

I met you at the cornerstone on the highway to bedlam./Walked with you to the pinnacle, along that ledge to hell,/Traveled along the passageway of all things aching,/But would crawl with you if you wanted me to/On the steeple point to hope./So we can tip the stars and hold the moon,/Graze the sun, but make it soon.

You are mistaking me for someone with choices, Froi. I don't have choices.

Finnikin met her eyes, wanting desperately to make sense of her request. Why Pietrodore? But in a moment the realization hit, and he smiled in wonder. "It's not chance, Trevanion," he said, kicking the golden carpet of leaves at his feet. He ran back toward her, sliding part of the way until he could grab her by the waist and swing her around. "You are a goddess, Evanjalin of the Monts.

Do you belong to the king?" he asked, his voice husky. She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his. "Yes, Finnikin," she said. "I belong to the king. I will always belong to him." And there lay the bittersweet despair of what awaited them in the Valley.

Somos juguetes en manos de los dioses —admitió el sacerdote real—. Pero somos los mortales los que les proporcionamos las herramientas para que nos conviertan en eso.

The gods do make playthings of us," the priest-king acknowledged. "But it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

And if the gods were to give me a choice between living a better life, having not met them, or a wretched life with the slightest chance of crossing their path, then I'd pick the wretched life over and over again.