Quotes About Destiny

Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al vesre. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.

Y debo decir que confío plenamente en la casualidad de haberte conocido. Que nunca intentaré olvidarte, y que si lo hiciera, no lo conseguiría. Que me encanta mirarte y que te hago mío con solo verte de lejos. Que adoro tus lunares y tu pecho me parece el paraíso. Que no fuiste el amor de mi vida, ni de mis días, ni de mi momento. Pero que te quise, y que te quiero, aunque estemos destinados a no ser.

Y mirá que apenas nos conocíamos y ya la vida urdía lo necesario para desencontrarnos minuciosamente. Como no sabías disimular me di cuenta en seguida de que para verte como yo quería era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos...

Pasa que los cronopios no quieren tener hijos, porque lo primero que hace un cronopio recién nacido es insultar groseramente a su padre, en quien oscuramente ve la acumulación de desdichas que un día serán las suyas.

Nesse tempo, já me dera conta de que procurar era minha sina, emblema de todos aqueles que saem à noite sem qualquer finalidade exata, razão de todos os destruidores de bússolas.

Andábamos sin buscarnos, pero sabiendo que andábamos para encontrarnos

para llegar al cielo se necesitan, como ingredientes, una piedrita y la punta de un zapato

Cuántas veces la vida y no nosotros nos impone el final de un camino o de una historia pese a que creamos que somos nosotros los que lo decidimos!

En la vida, además de talento, hay que tener fortuna. Y la fortuna hay que perseguirla, no cae del cielo... Tú mismo me lo has dicho muchas veces.

Cada uno en la vida hace lo que puede. Y lo que le toca hacer…

Pasé muchos años en Europa, durante los cuales mi pasión musical creció, se diversificó, se afinó, hasta que finalmente, si no se extinguió, alcanzó una moderada quietud, a medio camino entre el deber y el aburrimiento. Probablemente ése sea el destino de todas las pasiones.

He bestows the world like a colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs, to peep about, and find ourselves dishonorable graves. The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in Our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries

That the divinities can do little for men, that man is fundamentally the artificer of his own destiny, even of his development beyond this world—this characteristic view held by original Buddhism demonstrates its difference from some later forms, especially the Mahayana schools, into which infiltrated the idea of a power on high busying itself with mankind in order to lead each individual to salvation.

My history doesn't have to be my destiny.

In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

I mean, shit, what Latino family doesn't think it's cursed?

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions." In fact, it's better than fine—it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

If you ask me I don't think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That's enough.

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions". In fact, it's better than fine - it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

She did not believe in fate; the world seemed far chancier than that, a series of mishaps and narrow escapes you somehow managed to survive until, one day, you didn't.

Events can seem random while you're living them, but when you look back, what do you see? A chain of coincidences? Plain old luck? Or something more?

There was, Alicia realized, a single hour that all the days since your birth pointed you toward. What you thought was a maze of choices, all the possibilities of what your life might become, was, in fact, a series of steps you took along a road, and when you reached your destination and looked back, only one path—the one chosen for you—was visible.