Quotes About Destiny

Muchas veces, pocas palabras fueron suficientes para hacer o deshacer la fortuna de un hombre

Nunca me verás a mí mirar ni a derecha ni a izquierda por causa de un augurio.

No one comes back from the dead, no one has entered the world without crying; no one is asked when he wishes to enter life, nor when he wishes to leave.

No one ever comes back from the dead., no one ever enters the world without weeping; no one is ever asked when he wishes to enter life, no one is ever asked when he wishes to leave.

So it isn't I who am master of my life, I am just one of the threads to be woven into life's calico! Well then, even if I cannot spin, I can at least cut the thread in two.

Y ahora, un poco de paciencia, sin apremios: me la han destinado y algún día me pertenecerá.

What is certain is that to become of interest, for one's life to be interesting, has nothing to do with what you can turn your hand to but is a fateful privilege which, like every privilege in the world of spirit, can only be purchased in deep pain.

For it is not what happens to me that makes me great, but what I do, and there is surely no one who thinks that anyone became great by winning the big lottery prize.

But a sad fatality hung over this young girl. She had been given to seven husbands, all of whom had perished in the bride-chamber.

What is it to be God's elect ? It is to be denied in youth the wishes of youth, so as with great pains to get them fulfilled in old age.

Perhaps we will meet again. Anything is possible, especially in a place like this.

The story never ends, but our part in the tale does, for a while, and I'm in the mood for some happy-ever-aftering! We earned it, as the Gods themselves know!

From the gods' perspective all ways are the same and all roads will be travelled in the end. It's only a matter of time.

Sometimes the universe tries very hard to send you a message.

A man who catches History's eye is thereafter bound to a mistress from whom he will never escape.

Who hopes for an hour hopes for eternity. The world in an hour. What follows is unseen.

because it is the privilige and the curse of midnight's children to be both masters and victims of their times, to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace.

If you walk away from God you should probably try to stay in the good books of Luck.

In this century history stopped paying attention to the old psychological orientation of reality. I mean, these days, character isn't destiny any more. Economy is destiny. Ideology is destiny. Bombs are destiny. What does a famine, a gas chamber, a grenade care how you lived your life? Crisis comes, death comes, and your pathetic individual self doesn't have a thing to do with it, only to suffer the effects.

My mother's pregnancy, it seems, was fated; my birth, however, owed a good deal to accident.

Kaderini kucakla dedi, Sana üzüntü verenden keyif al. Kaçmak istediÄŸin ÅŸeye doÄŸru dön ve bütün kalbinle ona koÅŸ. TalihsizliÄŸini yaln?z ona dönüÅŸerek aÅŸabilirsin.

A few seconds later, my father broke his big toe; but his accident was a mere trifle when set beside what had befallen me in that benighted moment, because thanks to the occult tyrannies of those blandly saluting clocks I had been mysteriously handcuffed to history, my destinies indissolubly chained to those of my country.

Kaçarken bir yandan ipuçlar?yla dolu bir korsan haritas?na, üzerindeki X iÅŸaretlerinin ÅŸahs?mdan mürekkep bir hazineyi iÅŸaret ettiÄŸi korsan haritama çevirdim dünyay?. PeÅŸimdekiler b?rakt???m izleri sürüp geldikleri zaman beni ÅŸikâyetsiz, soluksuz, haz?r bekler bulacaklar. Ä°ÅŸte burada duruyorum. Olaca?? buydu.

and she went on loving him, even though he had so casually abandoned her. You were my everything, she wanted to say to him, you were my sun and moon, and who will hold my head now, who will kiss my lips, who will be a father to our children, but he was a great man destined for the halls of the immortals, and these squalling brats were no more than the jetsam he let in his wake.