Quotes About Destiny

Aren't we all just flies crawling across the giant tablecloth of fate?

Si es atal es atal. What will be will be.

long ago and with open eyes she had made her own bargain with fate, attesting then that if love killed her as it might, she would have no grievance. She had had to go this way to know his love, and she was well satisfied to have it so.

It was a matter of making the best job you can . . . and accepting your fate.

How could he explain? If he told her that after the vision, all the knights had gone in quest of the Grail, would she understand?

None of us knows what the next change is going to be, what unexpected opportunity is just around the corner, waiting a few months or a few years to change all the tenor of our lives.

I felt sure that I was approaching the brink of my destiny. I wasn't mistaken. How was I to know that I'd never see John—or Big Tom, or Lady Jane, or Miss America, or any of the rest—ever again?

No one survives the future

To me, chance isn't random. The universe is bound by unseen threads. We have only to untangle them a little to see the pattern unfold.

Some of us, no matter how hard we try, aren't meant to lead ordinary lives. Fate finds us. Gives us a shove.

Are we at war with fate?

But also it is not only expedient, there is something more, a feeling that we of Germany have found our destiny and that the future sweeps toward us in an overwhelming wave. We too must move. We must go with it. Even now there are being wrongs done. The storm troopers are having their moment of victory, and there are bloody heads

The funny thing about destiny is that you can't predict it, and you can't prevent it. - Leslie

And as they shook hands, he almost told Bishop about the little voice in his head that was whispering, He'll find Miranda. But not yet. Not just yet. Then he saw the flicker in Bishop's pale eyes, and realized that the telepath had read him and his little voice. But he hadn't needed a seer to tell him what he was utterly convinced of. He would find his Miranda. Sooner or later. Quentin wondered if he would be so lucky with the end of his own troubled quest.

Melancholic, although often sardonic, mixtures of emoitions-foreboding, aloneness, regret, and a dark sense of lost destiny and ill-used passions-are woven throughout Byron's most autobiographical poems, especially Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lara, and Manfred. Perturbed and constant motion, coupled with a brooding awareness of life's impermanence, also mark the transient and often bleak nature of Byron's work.

You need to remember that. If you're to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you.

Your life must now run the course that's been set for it.

You'll figure it out! You get on your plane and I'll get on mine. And we'll see which one crashes!

None of you will go to America, none of you will be film stars. And none of you will be working in supermarkets as I heard some of you planning the other day. Your lives are set out for you. You'll become adults, then before you're old, before you're even middle-aged, you'll start to donate your vital organs.

Our life together's like a tale with a happy end, no matter what turns it took in the way.

Then Tommy said: "So there's definitely nothing. No deferral, nothing like that." "Tommy," I murmured, and glared at him. But Miss Emily said gently: "No, Tommy. There's nothing like that. Your life must now run the course that's been set for it.

You built your lives on what we gave you. You wouldn't be who you are today if we'd not protected you. You wouldn't have become absorbed in your lessons, you wouldn't have lost yourselves in your art and your writing. Why should you have done, knowing what lay in store for each of you? You would have told us it was all pointless, and how could we have argued with you?

then before you're old, before you're even middle-aged, you'll start to donate your vital organs. That's what each of you was created to do.

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