Quotes About Destiny

Oh, blessed Domi!" the Aon exclaimed, approaching quickly. "Ashe!" she said, wiping her eyes with a quivering hand, numbed by shock. "You never use the Lord's name!" "If He has brought me to you, then He has His first Seon convert," Ashe said, pulsing excitedly.

Cadsuane, do you believe that I could kill you? Right here, right now, without using a sword or the Power? Do you believe that if I simply willed it, the Pattern would bend around me and stop your heart? By . . . coincidence?

But I still feel that I was basically luggage for most of the trip." He shrugged. "Steris, I think we're all like that. Shuffled from place to place by duty, or society, or God Himself. It seems like we're just along for the ride, even in our own lives. But once in a while, we do face a choice. A real one. We may not be able to choose what happens to us, or where we'll stop, but we point ourselves in a direction.

Because every path we walk changes us, Spensa

I'm going to kill him," Rand possionately, leaning in. "I'm going to end the Dark One. We will never have true peace so long as he is there, lurking. I'll rip open the prison, I'll enter it and I'll face him. I'll build a new prison if I have to, but first, I'm going to try to end all of this. Protect the Pattern, the Wheel, for good.

We may not be the ones to kill Steelheart. But even if we fail, we might be the cause of his death. Someday.

You're wrong about me". Wax said, spinning the chamber, feeling the trigger, hoping the gun still worked. He looked up at Bleeder and leveled the weapon. Looking down these sights, he saw Lessie. His stomach turned again. "How am I wrong?" Bleeder asked. Rusts she was crying. "I'm not Harmony's hands", Wax whispered. "I'm his sword." Then he fired.

This is your heritage. The heritage of warriors who traveled the sky, and will return to the sky.

Sometimes, Kelsier felt that a skaa Misting's life wasn't so much about surviving as it was about picking the right time to die.

Sometimes, people just have to die.

El miedo es la herramienta de los tiranos. Por desgracia, cuando el destino del mundo está en juego, usas las herramientas que tienes a mano.

But still, my 'freedom' is that of a leaf. Dropped from the tree, I just blow on the wind and pretend I'm in charge of my destiny.

Course, that didn't mean luck didn't exist. You either believed in that, or you believed in what those Vorin priests were always saying—that poor people was chosen to be poor, on account of them being too dumb to ask the Almighty to make them born with heaps of spheres.

Brandon Sanderson

It is one of the most bitter ironies I've ever had to accept: there are, unquestionably, musical geniuses of incomparable talent who died as street sweepers because they never had the chance to pick up an instrument.

does the destination matter? Or is it the path we take? I declare that no accomplishment has substance nearly as great as the road used to achieve it. We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived.

They claimed that each person was born with a certain finite amount of ill luck. And so, when an unfortunate event happened, they thought themselves blessed—thereafter, their lives could only get better.

La cuestión", respondió ella, "no es si amarás, sufrirás, soñarás y morirás. Es qué amarás, por qué sufrirás, cuándo soñarás y cómo morirás. Esas son tus elecciones. No puedes elegir la destinación, solo el camino".

But you know what I think? I think you're looking for excuses to not let go. This ting, it's who you are. And no mansion, no marriage, and no mere title is going to change that." Wayne tipped his hat. "You're meant to be helping people, mate. It's what you do.

You don't get to choose to be free, Venli. Just which master to follow.

They were doomed. Those bridgemen would be dead by now. But Dalinar blessed them for their sacrifice. It might have been meaningless as an end, but it had changed the journey.

We exist to be killed," Kaladin said. He blinked, glancing at the other few members of Bridge Four sitting apathetically in the rain. "If we're not dead already.

Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination.

And so, does the destination matter? Or is it the path we take? I declare that no accomplishment has substance nearly as great as the road used to achieve it. We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived.