Quotes About Destiny

One needs a certain intellectual courage to recognize unflinchingly that one is no more than a scrap of humanity, a living abortion, a madman not yet crazy enough to be locked up; but, having recognized that, one needs even more spiritual courage to adapt oneself perfectly to one's destiny, to accept without rebellion, without resignation, without a single gesture or attempt at a gesture of protest, the elemental curse nature has laid upon one.

Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a bookkeeper forever, and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty. In the future I'll be living quietly in a little house somewhere, enjoying a peaceful existence not writing the book I'm not writing now and, so as to continue not doing so, I will use different excuses to the ones I use now to avoid actually confronting myself.

We should wash our destiny the way we wash our body, and change life the way we change clothes – not to preserve life, as when we eat and sleep, but out of objective respect for ourselves, which is what personal hygiene is all about.

Três vezes do leme as mãos ergueu, Três vezes ao leme as reprendeu, E disse no fim de tremer três vezes: «Aqui ao leme sou mais do que eu: Sou um Povo que quer o que é teu; E mais que o mostrengo, que me a alma teme E roda nas trevas do fim do mundo, Manda a vontade, que me ata ao leme, De El-rei D. João Segundo!»

There are pigs like me that wallow in their destiny, not drawing away from the banality of daily life because they're enthralled by their own impotence.

Chove. Que fiz eu da vida? Fiz o que ela fez de mim... De pensada, mal vivida... Triste de quem é assim!

Ho avuto grandi ambizioni e sogni turgidi - ma i sogni li hanno avuti anche il garzone e la sartina, perché tutti sognano. Quello che distingue le persone le une dalle altre è la forza di farcela, o di lasciare che sia il destino a farla a noi.

Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a book-keeper for ever and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and merely underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty.

He was constitutionally condemned to suffer all kinds of anxieties, but fated to abandon them all. I never met a more extraordinary man. He had abdicated everything to which he was by nature destined, but not out of any kind of asceticism. Though naturally ambitious, he savored the pleasure of having no ambitions at all.

I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don't know where it will take me, because I don't know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I'm compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social centre, for it's here that I meet others.

Some are exploited by God himself, and they are prophets and saints in this vacuous world.

I was not meant for reality, it was life that sought me out.

Passa tudo isso, e nada de tudo isso me diz nada, tudo é alheio ao meu destino, alheio, até, ao destino próprio — inconsciência, carambas ao despropósito quando o acaso deita pedras, ecos de vozes incógnitas — salada coletiva da vida.

Vi-te a dizer um adeus A alguém que se despedia, E quase implorei dos céus Que eu partisse qualquer dia.

Nunca chegar implica não chegar nunca

Men and objects share a common abstract destiny: to be of equally insignificant value in the algebra of life's mystery.

Everything seems doomed in advance to insignificance.

If Fate decrees it should happen, so be it. I feel curious about emotions. About facts, whatever they might be, I feel no curiosity whatsoever.

I had great ambitions and extravagant dreams, but so did the errand boy and the seamstress, for everyone has dreams; the only difference is whether or not we have the strength to fulfil them or a destiny that will fulfil them through us.

Il Destino è come una persona che smette di importunarci quando si accorge che non diamo importanza a ciò che fa.

No tenemos, es cierto, un concepto de valor de aplicación a la obra que realizamos. La realizamos, es verdad, para distraernos, pero no como el preso que teje el esparto tratando de distraer al Destino, sino como la niña que borda almohadas para distraerse sin más. Considero la vida un apeadero donde tengo que esperar hasta que llegue la diligencia del abismo. No

El dominio más grande de sí mismo es la indiferencia por si mismo, considerando alma y cuerpo la casa y la finca donde el Destino ha querido que pasemos nuestra vida.

Eis-me aqui! O que há para mim senão vacuidade No mundo (...), o que me destinastes? O vazio? O silêncio? A escuridão? Desses-me o instinto deles, não a plena Torturação da luz.

To find one's personality by losing it — faith itself subscribes to that sense of destiny.