Quotes About Destiny

You can't walk away without also walking towards.

Walk with an open heart, and you will hear the call. You will see your task shining before you, like a star.

I can't pretend to know what will happen. But I've been called: I've got to go. You know what that's like. You answered the call of your boots.

Invisible factors in my life would inevitably lead to my downfall. I felt I had known this all along. There was no escape.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was." I

There are two sacred causes in this world," he said, holding up his pinkie and ring finger. "Chance and necessity. By chance, I was there to help when you had need.

We are all pulled toward our doom in exactly the same way, by exactly the same force.

We make our plans, but God directs our steps.

What's your story, dress?" Charlotte whispered. "Where'd you come from and why'd you come looking for me? One orphaned girl seeking another?

I feel like the journey of the past ten, twelve years was leading me to this moment. Being worthy of you.

I chose you because the One who beckoned me to follow Him also chose you. For me.

God told you to leave that trunk in the basement for me?" Incredulous. Doubt. Awe. "I think He did. I believe He did. And you found it. And you wore it.

Charlotte read the preprinted slip. Redeemed. $1,000. She whirled around. "Wait, sir, excuse me, but how did you know . . ." But he was gone. Along with the crowd and the hum of voices. Charlotte stood completely alone except for the battered trunk and the glittering swirl in the air.

You let him figure the outcome. We make our plans, but God directs our steps.

No use denying it. God was up to something.

God was like that, wasn't he? Dreaming big dreams for those he loved.

For a long while after her own divorce, Estelle had strongly urged Dorothy to follow suit. She had been particularly persistent, Dorothy thought, because she wanted the companionship of a similar destiny, as newly-married women want all their friends to be married, too. Or women newly become mothers, Dorothy remembered, who urge motherhood on others.

Do you wonder, ever," said Ester quietly, "whether our own will alters anything? Or whether we're determined to be as we are by the very working of the world?

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

He determines the course of world events; he removes kings and sets others on the throne.

A few of the researchers seem to think that once a borderline, always a borderline. That you can't cure it—you can only control it. That a lot of people are destined to live their lives in and out of institutions, that there isn't much hope.

Magic finds a way, warrior.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

You can not escape death: the end always reach you.