Quotes About Destiny

Bilo je toliko o?igledno da je ona žrtva civilizacije koja ju je stvorila, da su karike njene narukvice delovale kao okovi koji je vezuju za njenu sudbinu.

fusese totdeauna dispus s? cread? c? hazardul È™i împrejur?rile jucau un rol minor în soarta oamenilor, în comparaÈ›ie cu înclinaÈ›ia lor înn?scut? de a-È™i f?uri singuri soarta.

I know there is an order that keeps things fast in their place: it is made to us, and we are made to it. Why not ask another wife, other children, another body, another mind?

Plans must be made for men. We cannot think of making men, and binding nature to our designs.

What are you going to do with your self now?'... 'I? said Fen. 'I shall pursue my orderly and dignified progress towards the grave.

Ah lucklesse babe, borne vnder cruell starre, And in dead parents balefull ashes bred, Full litle weenest thou, what sorrowes are Left thee for portion of thy liuelihed, Poore Orphane in the wide world scattered, As budding braunch rent from the natiue tree, And throwen forth, till it be withered: Such is the state of men: thus enter wee Into this life with woe, and end with miseree.

The Dove Fly your flight my dear dove Sing your song, make it reach the ocean I want my freedom I want to live in peace I want to sing your song To have your wings To be able to fly I want my destiny to leave the path that it is taking now.

Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end.

History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story that could never be repeated.

History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But, up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story taht could never be repeated.

It is an obvious truth, that the times must be suited to extraordinary characters, and that the genius of Cromwell or Retz might now expire in obscurity.

You never really choose anything. It's all presented to you, and then you have alternatives.

History properly so-called can be written only by those who find and accept a sense of direction in history itself. The belief that we have come from somewhere is closely linked with the belief that we are going somewhere.

That was the trouble with being too highly born, Finbarr considered. The gods paid too much attention to you. It was ever thus in the Celtic world. Ravens would fly over the house to announce the death of a clan chief, swans would desert the lake. A king's bad judgement could affect the weather. And if you were a prince, the druids made prophesies about you from before the day you were born; and after that, there was no escape.

They say that we're all made by our previous lives. Our affinities for each other were made in the deep past, and when we meet people who become important in our lives, it may seem like a chance accident—no more significant than the flapping of a butterfly's wing—but in fact a hidden force is drawing us together across the surface of the stream of life. Yuanfen, they call it.

son los destinos individuales los que trazan el devenir de los grandes acontecimientos.

The company that gathered to take ship at Wapping was a varied one. There were a number of craftsmen, a lawyer, a preacher, two fishermen. There was also a young graduate of Cambridge, who had recently inherited money, partly from the sale of a tavern in Southwark. His name was John Harvard.

The past has all the time in the world. It's only the future which is running out.

And nothing gave him more faith in the existence of an afterlife than the inexorable sarcasm of fate .

Shame can be removed, and you can still be you. Despite your feeling that your destiny and shame's destiny are identical—that if shame no longer exists, you won't either—the reality is that you will be more you without shame.

They are God's liturgy, prepared for you in advance. How

Two mountains can never meet but perhaps you and I can meet again. I am coming to your waterfall

She said the lottery was like love. Providence was not with her, but she was patient.

The only way to save them is to immediately sever them from the place where they are born. Otherwise they will always spend too much time chasing a shadow they can never reach… San manman, motherless, was the way you described someone who was lost, brutal and cruel. Fantom, ghost, was another. People without mothers, it was believed, were capable of anything.