Quotes About Destiny

Silence is not our heritage but our destiny; we live where we want to live.

We all have that desire for something special, something committed. We all want to be The One.

All the world does as it is supposed to, except for humans. Maybe that's why you so often want to kill each other.

That's the reason you want to become a star as an actor, to be able to have more control of your destiny.

Jem cried out with all his remaining strength. You cannot go where I am going! Nor would I want that for you!

A vocation is not something you slap on, like a coat of paint, and change whenever you want. A vocation is built into you. You have no choice. If you try to do something else, you fail.

Life does not always gives us the choices that we want

People can have all the expectations that they want, but I know that you never know what's going to happen in life. Everything is part of the journey.

The danger in happiness - "Now everything is turning out right for me; from now on i'll love every turn of fate - Who wants to be my fate?

Death is every mortal's shadow, his true shadow, and time is its servant, spinning that shadow slowly round, until what stretched behind one now stretches before him.

Now get going. You'll find a way of calm through." "And you, Mael?" "I'll drop in later. I've things for you to do, Withal. But for now," he faced inland, "I'm going to beat a god senseless.

Look at these bones we step over. We go as far as we can go, and then we stop. And that is how it is. That is all it is. So…now what?

A book of prophesy opens the doors. You need a second book to close it. Tanno Spiritwalker Kimloc

What I, Karsa Orlong, shall shape, you cannot imagine. No one can.

Only two kinds of people die in battle, Fiddler had once said, fools and the unlucky.

Where flies Korabas, there shall be T'iam.

It's just the place we chose. To do what's right. But then, maybe that alone gives reason to take us down, to destroy us.

Witness? Yes, you are witness. Even so, what I, Karsa Orlong, shall shape, you cannot imagine. No one can.

I, Borduke of the 6th squad in the 9th Company of the 8th Legion, swear on the downy belly of the Queen of Dreams that the creature before me is a natural, unaltered Birdshit scorpion, and may my father's ghost remain in its tomb, since the inheritance was mine to lose anyway, right? Dead means you don't care any more, right? It had better, because if it doesn't, then I'm doomed to paternal haunting for the rest of my days.

You can't steer anyone away from the path they're going to take. You can show 'em that there's plenty of other paths – you can do that much – but past that? They'll go where they go.

The wagon rolled on, on its way to the mines. Harllo, who so loved the sun, was destined to wake in darkness, and mayhap he was never again to see the day's blessed light.  Out on the lake the water glittered with golden tears. As if the sun might relinquish its hard glare and, for just this one moment, weep for the fate of a child.

And so, the simple truth... the tracks we have walked in for so long become our lives, in themselves a prison

Self-avowed destinies wear a thousand masks and not one of them truly fits—" "How can they, Hull Beddict, when they're modelled on perfection?

Onos T'oolan faced southeast. And then set out. He had a people to kill.