Quotes About Destiny

I wasn't asking anything about God, Jonah complained. Yeah, you kind of were, JB said. If there is fate, who else would control it?

People would rather believe in fairy godmothers and divine intervention than to think that you took charge of your own destiny.

And those were the ingredients for my happily ever after.

Everything happens for a reason. Your brain may not know the reason. Your brain may never figure it out. But your heart knows. Your heart always knows.

Raistlin's lip curled in a sneer. How does that thread weave into the grand design? As do all threads, Astinus said. Look at the rug beneath your feet. Were you to turn the rug over, you would see what appears to be a confused tangle of many-colored strands of thread. But look at the rug from the top—the strands are neatly, tightly woven, merged together to form a strong fabric. Oh, it is frayed a bit at the corners, but—overall—it has worn well.

We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Save your energy," he said. "The future changes as we stand here, else we are the game pieces of the gods, not their heirs, as we have been promised.

To remind us that our lives are made up of blank sheets waiting to be filled," Lillith replied. "The book of life is open when we are born, and it closes with our death. We write in it continually, but no matter how much we write, what joy or sorrow we experience or what mistakes we have made, we will always turn the page, and tomorrow's page is always blank.

Haplo: 'single, alone.' That is your name and your destiny," said his father, his finger rough and hard on Haplo's chest. "Your mother and I have defeated the odds thrown for us already. Every Gate we pass from now on is a wink at fate. But the time will come when the Labyrinth will claim us, as it claims all except the lucky and the strong. And the lucky and the strong are generally the lonely. Repeat your name.

mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Be at ease, warrior," she said. "The deer fulfills his purpose in life by providing sustenance for the hunter—be it wolf or man. We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

All paths lead somewhere, is an old kender adage. Combine this with, Every path is the right path except when it's the left fork, and that pretty much sums up kender philosophy.

She's where she has to be, placed here. She feels a tinge of fear. It's as if this must be not only what she expects, but also what had to happen especially to her.

à force de voir tant de films, tant de gens s'aimer, tant de départs, tant d'enlacements, tant d'embrassements définitifs, tant de solutions, tant et tant, tant de prédestinations, tant de délaissements cruels, certes, mais inévitables, fatals, déjà ce que Suzanne aurait voulu c'était quitter la mère.

It's as if this must be not only what she expects, but also what had to happen especially to her.

Ainsi cependant vous avez pu vivre cet amour de la seule façon qui puisse se faire pour vous, en le perdant avant qu'il soit advenu.

You're going to die of death. Your death has already begun.

Se, per miracolo, qualche secolo venisse aggiunto ai pochi giorni che mi restano, rifarei le stesse cose, persino gli stessi errori, frequenterei gli stessi Olimpi e i medesimi Inferi.

One night (I was eleven years old at the time) he came and shook me from my sleep and announced, with the same grumbling laconism that he would have employed to predict a good harvest to his tenants, that I should rule the world.

On peut dire que tout est prédestiné, que tout est un arrangement extrêmement savant dont nous ne voyons qu'une toute petite partie. On peut dire aussi que tout est chaos, et je me heurterai à ce dilemme jusqu'au bout. (p. 166)

Overhead shone the great star of the constellation of Lyra, destined to be the polar star for men who will live tens of thousands of years after we have ceased to be.

Si por milagro algunos siglos vinieran a agregarse a los pocos días que me quedan, volvería a hacer las mismas cosas y hasta incurriría en los mismos errores; frecuentaría los mismos Olimpos y los mismos Infiernos.

Het landschap van mijn leven lijkt, net als bergachtige streken, te bestaan uit verschillende lukraak opeengestapelde materialen. (...) Hier en daar komen de granietblokken van het onvermijdelijke aan de oppervlakte; overal het gruis van het toeval. Ik span me in om mijn levensloop na te gaan teneinde er een plan in te vinden, er een lood- of een goudader in te volgen of de stroom van een ondergrondse rivier, maar dat volkomen kunstmatige plan is niets dan gezichtsbedrog van de herinnering.

Maar de menselijke geest accepteert niet graag dat hij afhankelijk is van het toeval, dat hij slechts het voorbijgaande product is van kansen waarover geen enkele god zeggenschap heeft, hijzelf zeker niet.