Quotes About Destiny

Earlier I taught you that we each think about 60,000 thoughts on an average day. By writing out your desires and goals on a piece of paper, you send a red flag to your subconscious mind that these thoughts are far more important than the remaining 59,999 other ones. Your mind will then start to seek out all opportunities to realize your destiny like a guided missile. It is really a very scientific process. Most of us are simply not aware of it.

Pensé que, en definitiva, la vida consiste en tomar opciones. El destino de cada uno de nosotros depende de las opciones que tomamos, y yo estaba seguro de que había tomado la correcta.

Fue como si tuviera una especie de brújula interior que me iba empujando hacia mi destino. Creo que no hubiera podido detenerme aunque lo hubiera querido.

Tal vez había llegado la hora de reinventar mi destino

El mundo exterior refleja el estado del mundo interior. Controlando los pensamientos y la manera de reaccionar a los acontecimientos de la vida, uno empieza a controlar su destino.

Getting lost along your path is a part of finding the path you are meant to be on.

Big Idea Your days are your life in miniature. As you live your hours, so you create your years. As you live your days, so you craft your life. What you do today is actually creating your future. The words you speak, the thoughts you think, the food you eat and the actions you take are defining your destiny — shaping who you are becoming and what your life will stand for. Small choices lead to giant consequences over time. There's no such thing as an unimportant day.

The more you recover your authentic self, the more your destiny will unfold before your eyes. Just keep doing your inner work - that's the most essential thing.

Your thoughts form your world. What you focus on in your life grows, what you think about expands and what you dwell on determines your destiny. Life is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

We're all exactly where we need to be to receive the growth lessons we're meant to learn

If you want to make God laugh, then tell him your plans!

Mad as the moon when Merlin falls.

This is the essence of tragedy, To have meant well and made woe, and watch Fate, All stone, approach.

Every man is put on earth condemned to die. Time and method of execution unknown.

So much of what happens by chance forms what becomes your life.

In our lives, we surf the wave of chance.

So much of what happens by chance forms what becomes of your life….I suppose I must be grateful, for I seem to have been headed this way all along.

Fate is not merely knocking on the door, it has entered with a SWAT team and is banging their heads together and administering poppers.

What about fateful turns in your life? Naturalists like Thomas Hardy proposed that some people are simply born under 'a blighted star' like his heroine in Tess of the D'Urbervilles. If so, then no matter what we did, we couldn't improve our lives.

I have argued that the political process, as we in Western democracies have inherited it, depends upon citizenship, which in turn depends upon a viable first-person plural. And in the previous chapter I gave what to me are incontrovertible arguments for construing that first-person plural in national terms. No such first-person plural can emerge in a society divided against itself, in which local antagonisms and class war eclipse every understanding of a shared destiny.

I was willing to die fighting, but it was senseless for all these men to go down with me. Perhaps my blood was tainted, despite my power over the Pattern. A true prince of Amber should have had no such qualms. I decided then that my centuries on the Shadow Earth had changed me, softened me perhaps, had done something to me which made me unlike my brothers.

Ill met by moonlight,' said Deirdre. 'You could still be tied to a stake,' said Random, and she did not reply.

Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon? None, I say, and all. The silver towers are fallen.

All roads lead to Amber, he said, as though it were an axiom.