Quotes About Destiny

My theory of the universe is if God sees you enjoying yourself, he will fuck up the next week of your life completely.

Katherine Kurtz

You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

I call it "pedal magic" and only those who ride know the utter ecstasy of bicycling. Pressing a pedal toward Earth gives flight to my fancy. Every rotation powers my traveling machine toward yet another date with destiny. The breeze clears my senses. The wind blows away my troubles. The sun shines upon my future. Spinning spokes create flashing metal upon an endless path—cycling feels like an infinite spiritual rush. It cleanses my mind. All my troubles fade into joy.

Whether success will crown the effort, or whether God wills it otherwise, it is not for man to discuss; it is enough that the work is there, and it is our duty to do it.

The man who has the disease of tomorrow is the most unfortunate man in the world.

Oldu?unuz yerde gözü kapal? be? defa dönün ve bir ta? at?n, gözlerinizi tekrar açmadan önce o çak?lta??n?n hangi yana gitti?ini bilemezsiniz ama sonunda yere dü?ece?ini bilirsiniz. Kelimeler de böyledir. Ne pahas?na olursa olsun, sonunda bir yere konarlar ve önemli olan tek ?ey de budur.

I know I am incapable of courage unless I have decided to give my life. Without that choice, there is nothing but flight. But you take such a decision on the spur of the moment and you cannot make it last for weeks and months. The mental effort is too great. Hence the rarity of true courage. We generally accept a kind of lame compromise between the destiny and the man, which reason rejects.

Here everything is planned for killing. The ground is ready to receive us, the bullets are ready to hit us, the spots where the shells will explode are fixed in time and space, just like the paths of our destiny which will inevitably lead us to them. And yet we want to stay alive and we use all our mental strength to silence the voice of reason. We are well aware that death does not immortalise a human being in the memories of the living, it simply cancels him out.

Ha llegado otra vez la hora de la sangre. Hay que seguir el camino de la sangre. Pero la sangre que ve la luz se la bebe la tierra. Los buscan y los mataran. Pero ya habran mezclado sus sangres y seran como dos cantaros vacios, como dos arroyos secos.

A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.

I am Cassandra—she who, without asking, understood it all and still came to her fate, I, Cassandra, full of visions, who sees her own death without turning away, and hears in the night the day that follows.

y en país sin nombre me voy a morir

And she grasps it because it's her fate.

What was it that was never finished, neither changed nor fulfilled?

Qué importa si soy derrotado en el espacio, si sé que estoy destinado a vencer en el tiempo?

Radian. The prisoner's name is Radiana. Who is keeping her prisoner? Time, Stelio. Time is guarding the doors with his scythe and his hour-glass, as in all those old prints...

Above all, mine is a love story. Unlike most love stories, this one involves chance, gravity, a dash of head trauma. It began with a coin toss. The coin came up tails. I was heads. Had it gone my way, there might not be a story at all. Just a chapter, or a sentence in a book whose greater theme had yet to be determined. Maybe this chapter would've had the faintest whisper of love about it. But maybe not. Sometimes, a girl needs to lose.

On Elsewhere we fool ourselves into thinking we know what will be just because we know the amount of time we have left. We know this, but we never really know what will be. We never know what will happen...

Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down the road and someday, you do not now when, you will make a wrong tun. At the end of the road, when you're least expecting it, he (or indeed she) will be there.

How much of your life had been happenstance? How much of your life had been a roll of the big polyhedral die in the sky? But then, weren't all lives that way? Who could say, in the end, that they had chosen any of it?

Maya knows that her mother left her in Island Books. But maybe that's what happens to all children at a certain age. Some children are left in shoe stores. And some children are left in toy stores. And some children are left in sandwich shops. And your whole life is determined by what store you get left in. She does not want to live in the sandwich shop.

He doesn't believe in "the one." There are zillions of people in the world; no one is that special.