Quotes About Destiny

How strange life is, how fickle! How little is needed for one to be ruined or saved!

How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!

Egyedül a halál bizonyos.

we are not here on earth to change our destiny but to fulfill it.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. The Road Not Taken-

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. The Road Not Taken (- Robert Frost-)

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die. One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her. Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child. Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.

Branching paths. The turning of days and seasons and years. Life offered you love sometimes, sorrow often. If you were very fortunate, true friendship. Sometimes war came. You did what you could to shape your own peace, before you crossed over to the night and left the world behind, as all men did, to be forgotten or remembered, as time or love allowed.

The fact remains, I was never meant to sell china. Only truly saintly men are cut out for that; the sort of men who trudge the roads to Benares, or reside on the icy hilltops speculating on infinity. It takes more faith than I can summon.

We know only two roads One which leads to the factory And the other, Which leads to the Crematorium

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.

Heart's wave could not curl and break beautifully into the foam of spirit, unless the ageless silent rock of destiny stood in its path.

Your destiny is also your character. Adversity will test you — and reveal you.

Once apparently the chief concern and masterpiece of the gods, the human race now begins to bear the aspect of an accidental by-product of their vast, inscrutable and probably nonsensical operations.

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.

Who knows the end? What

If heaven ever wishes to grant me a boon, it will be a total effacing of the results of a mere chance which fixed my eye on a certain stray piece of shelf-paper.

Lovecraft also likes to play with the idea of fate. In many of Lovecraft's stories the protagonist is not in control of his own actions but must follow the path of fate. Many of his characters would be free from danger if they were simply able to run away but this is not possible as the course of their fate must be followed.

Again there was manifest that lure and driving of fatality which had all along seemed to direct my course.

Grant, for reasons perhaps partly inborn and partly acquired, rarely revisited choices once made. He planned according to the information at hand; he prepared for all reasonable contingencies; he decided what to do as events unfolded. Then, calm in the conviction that he could have done no more, he accepted what destiny delivered.

Gold, or at least the prospect of it, saved him, then killed him.

God worked in mysterious ways; Lincoln wasn't perfect, but he was perfectly suited to his task. "Taking him for all in all, measuring the tremendous magnitude of the work before him, considering the necessary means to ends, and surveying the end from the beginning, infinite wisdom has seldom sent any man into the world better fitted for his mission than Abraham Lincoln.