Quotes About Destiny

What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence.

Seven matched with seven, at each gate one, Their captains, when the day was done, Left for our Zeus who turned the scale, The brazen tribute in full tale: - All save the horror-burdened pair, Dire children of despair, Who from one sire, one mother, drawing breath, Each with conquering lance in rest Against a true born brother's breast, Found equal lots in death.

Therefore, while our eyes wait to see the destined final day, we must call no one happy who is of mortal race, until he has crossed life's border, free from pain.

True, it is not your fate to fall at my hands. Apollo is quite enough

No, but I came by, Oedipus the ignorant

All unknowing you are the scourge of your own flesh and blood, the dead below the earth and the living here above, and the double lash of your mother and your father's curse will whip you from this land one day, their footfall treading you down in terror, darkness shrouding your eyes that now can see the light!

Soon, soon you'll scream aloud—what haven won't reverberate?

This day will bring your birth and your destruction.

O god— all come true, all burst to light! O light—now let me look my last on you!

Your great good fortune, true, it was your ruin.

My god, my god—what have you planned to do to me?

Destiny guide me always Destiny find me filled with reverence pure in word and deed.

What should a man fear? It's all chance, chance rules our lives.

Live, Oedipus, as if there's no tomorrow!

To never have been born would be the greatests boon of all !

I, I count myself the son of Chance, the great goddess, giver of all good things— I'll never see myself disgraced.

If you are the man he says you are, believe me, you were born for pain.

You are my great example, you, your life your destiny, Oedipus, man of misery— I count no man blest.

Am I all evil, then? It must be so. If I was created so, born to this fate, who could deny the savagery of God? May I never see that day! Never! Rather let me vanish from the race of men Than know the abomination destined me!

Look through all humanity: you'll never find a man on earth, if a god leads him on, who can escape his fate.

Now he'll tear himself from his native earth, not linger, curse the house with his own curse.

My destiny, my dark power, what a leap you made!

But surely they will shroud my corpse with Theban dust?

Fate works most for woe With Folly's fairest show. Man's little pleasure is the spring of sorrow.