Quotes About Destiny

Then we must say farewell, answered the weaver-woman. But mind you, she added, in her usual sharp tone, if life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.

I, too, shall seek honor. But I shall seek it where I know it will be found.

It is not given to men to know the ends of their journeys...It may be that you will never return to the places dearest to you. But how can that matter, if what you must do is here and now?

He is here now, Taran said quietly. He has long sought you and in ways even he himself did not know. Now that he has found you, can you not find your path back to him?

It is not given to men to know the ends of their journeys," Medwyn answered. "It may be that you will never return to the places dearest to you. But how can that matter, if what you must do is here and now?

Back and back and back. Jonas repeated the familiar phrase. Sometimes it had seemed humorous to him. Sometimes it had seemed meaningful and important. Now it was ominous. It meant, he knew, that nothing could be changed.

She married, surprisingly, her stepbrother Tim, who, as predicted, became an attorney. The

Jonas, listening, thought suddenly about the bridge and how, standing there, he had wondered what lay Elsewhere. Was there someone there, waiting, who would receive the tiny released twin? Would it grow up Elsewhere, not knowing, ever, that in this community lives a being who looked exactly the same?

I'm grateful to you, Jonas, because without you I would never have figured out a way to bring about the change. But your role now is to escape. And my role is to stay.

I have a wonderful idea. Maybe when you become a Twelve, they'll give you the Assignment of Storyteller!

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

Real destiny takes everything—the last drop of blood, and strip out your veins to be sure—and gives it back doubled. Quadrupled. A thousand-fold! But you can't give halves. You have to give it all. I know. I swear. I've come back from the dead to speak the truth to you. Real destiny gives you a mountain of life, and puts you on top of it.

The gods do not grant miracles for our purposes, but for theirs. If you are become their tool, it is for a greater reason, an urgent reason. But you are the tool. You are not the work.

You cannot outguess the gods. Hold to virtue—if you can identify it—and trust that the duty set before you is the duty desired of you. And that the talents given to you are the talents you should place in the gods' service. Believe that the gods ask for nothing back that they have not first lent to you. Not even your life.

Take heart, sir, Cazaril consoled him. It is not your destiny today to win a royacy for your son. It is to win an empire for your grandson.

We just try to go from day to day. Surprising where you can end up, that way.

I have had another thought on such fates that denies neither gods nor man. Perhaps, instead of controlling every step, the gods have started a hundred or a thousand Cazarils and Umegats down this road, and only those arrive who choose to.

principles come and go, but . . . human souls are immortal, and you should therefore throw in your lot with the greater part.

What can the gods give me?" His brows twitched up in an expression of remarkably disingenuous goodwill. "Why, work, sweet Ista!

the leaves and stems would bush out in the sunlight and eventually bear whatever fruit was their genetic destiny. In this place, probably apples with antlers, thought Leo in mild hysteria, or potatoes with eyes that really winked at you.

We slaves, we lords, we fools, we men and women, we mortals, we toys of the gods—all the same thing, Palli. They are all the same to me now.

Finding love isn't about finding someone at the right time. It's about finding the right person, regardless of the time.

Our ingress into the world was naked and bare; our progress through the world is trouble and care; our egress from the world will be nobody knows where; but if we do well here we shall do well there.

Hooded, and veiled with their night-like tresses, The Fates shall bring what no prophet guesses. And