Quotes About Destiny

Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.

Coincidences happen, but I've come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears.

How does it happen that a writer who's not even very good - and I can say that, I've read four or five of his books - gets to be in charge of the world's destiny? Or of the entire universe's? If he's not very good, why didn't you stop at one? Mrs. Tassenbaum smiled. Touché. He is readable, I'll give him that - tells a good story...

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

It's a long walk back to Eden, sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. June 19, 1970–April 7, 2004:

My friend wants to get moving and so do I,' Eddie said. 'We've got miles to go yet.' I know that. It's on your face, son. Like a scar.' Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another. Outside, thunder cracked and lightning flashed.

OH SHIT! I BELIEVE IN ALL OF THOSE THINGS! he shouted, and it was true: even at eleven he had observed that things turned out right a ridiculous amount of the time.

The wheel of ka turns and the world moves on.

Worlds which had trembled for a moment in their orbits now steadied, and in one of those worlds, in a desert that was the apotheosis of all deserts, a man named Roland turned over in his bedroll and slept easily once again beneath the alien constellations.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger.

At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.

He used to say what you deserve has nothing to do with where you finish.

Ka is a friend to evil as well as good. It embraces both.

The wheels of progress; sooner or later they took you back to where you started from.

Roland of Gilead responded as he ever had and ever would when such useless, mystifying questions were raised: 'Ka.

We all die in time," the gunslinger said. "It's not just the world that moves on.

Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.

If it's ka, it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone.

Everything that goes around comes around, they say, and although I've never been able to figure out who the mysteriously wise sages known as they might be, they're certainly right when it comes to time-travel.

After that we're going to be heroes. Not because we want to, but because there are no other options.

I want to go to war, Eddie Dean said calmly. You don't know what you're talking about, Roland said, but you're going to find out. Eddie nodded. They went to their war.