Quotes About Destiny

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

I don't have any relationship with God and I've never wanted it. I don't believe in fate or in any superior entity; if a plane crashes and people die, it's not because Heaven said so.

One is born into a herd of buffaloes and must be glad if one is not trampled under foot before one's time.

Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship - a play between divine grace and willful self-effort.

The more profoundly we study this wonderful book [the Bible], and the more closely we observe its divine precept, the better citizens we will become and the higher will be our destiny as a nation.

Let tomorrow cross its own rivers.

Good luck with the world.

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

What, really, do we do with our lives?

Hanging and Riving goes by destiny.

Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

Didst thou never hearThat things ill got had ever bad success?

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be untilGreat Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillShall come against him.

Thou [Death] setter up and plucker down of kings.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about:Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,And thrice again, to make up nine.Peace! The charm's wound up.

What's past is prologue.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o' the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way.