Quotes About Destiny

I don't know what the average allotment of good luck in a life is or should be — it's an unanswerable question, and doubtless there is no 'should' in it anyway — but I do know that she was part of my good luck.

don't believe in destiny, as I may have said. But I do believe now that when two lovers meet, there is already so much prehistory that only certain outcomes are possible.

Sometimes you meet someone and you know that your life will be different from then on.

When I met you, I thought we were meant for each other, even though, in some ways, seemed very different and we kept fighting. But now ... What? Now I think we're meant for each other, but we are doing to each other, to become the people we become. You know what I mean.

Yehuda bile Tanr?'n?n plan?n?n bir parças?yd?.

I took a fall," he confirmed evenly. After a hesitation doubtless only Phoebe noticed. And Phoebe didn't know whether it was the sort of fall Lucifer took, or the sort poets wrote about when love struck, or even if it was an innuendo at all, because she suspected everything was destined to sound like an innuendo from now on.

And good luck to you, Miss Vale, wherever you may go.

She mulled how very Jonathan of him to effortlessly find his way to her when she needed him, labyrinth or no. Just as he'd effortlessly uncovered her secrets. But that was simply because he'd been born knowing the secret to her. He was hers and she was his. Just as there was one key for every lock

Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus

They learned that some people are born luckier than others and that things in this world do not always go as you plan. STILL

They learned that some people are born luckier than others and that things in this world do not always go as you plan.

Liadan, he said, staring intently at the ground. Yes, I whispered. Don't wed that man Eamonn. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead. --Bran

He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.

You thought you'd never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you'd never even consider it. But you've met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect complement. He is Cathal to your Clodagh; he is Bran to your Liadan. No wonder you conjured up those images. No wonder they make you weep.

I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bold; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life.

The end of the story is of your making, nobody else's. You can do with it as you choose. There are as many paths open to your hero as branches on a great tree. They are wonderful and terrible, and plain and twisted. They touch and part and intermingle, and you can follow them whatever way you will.

We're all trapped in a net of consequences, condemned to paths outside our control. It's the way of things.

Prophecies don't simply come about of themselves, you know. They need a little helping along.

To say that is to say we have no choice at all in what we do, how we live. I don't believe that, Uncle. Perhaps we do have a short span in this world [...]; perhaps our scope is somewhat limited. But within those limits we do have the power to change things, the power to make choices and to go where we must.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt, that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life . . . it is in the nature of your kin, to love this way.

You can do everything right, strictly according to procedure, on the ocean, and it'll still kill you, but if you're a good navigator, at least you'll know where you were when you died. (In The Nautical Chart by Arturo Perez-Reverte)

Dar chiar ÅŸi cu bilete dus-întors, dac? punctul de plecare era diferit, destinaÅ£ia era, fireÅŸte, ÅŸi ea diferit?. Åži n-ar fi deloc straniu dac? biletul lui de întoarcere ar fi de fapt biletul ei de plecare.

If you could know what was going to happen tomorrow so easily, there wouldn't be much use for fortunetellers, would there?