Quotes About Destiny

I've heard it said that we are the sum total of every choice we've ever made.

Some people believe eagles are messengers and that they appear when there's something we need to do in our lives.

A prince rarely arrives on a white horse. You'll recognize him all the same.

let me at least retain the right to decide my own destiny, to laugh at it, defy it, escape it if I can. A slave? Better to be a slave than a dog who thinks he's free as he trots along behind his master.

He lived in a universe of light and peace. He was destined to be hated and betrayed by everyone. He then remembered his servants and snorted. It was the dawn of a new age, a warning and an omen! With difficulty, for the joints in his knees were painful, he stood up, rubbed the small of his back with his hands and went to his office to get the hammer and nails to close up the packing case. He took it down to the car himself: there was no need for the concierge to know what he was carrying.

I suppose because our hearts are made in a certain way we cannot help being what we are.

What a queer gamble our existence is. We decide to do A instead of B and then the two roads diverge utterly and may lead in the end to heaven and to hell. Only later one sees how much and how awfully the fates differ. Yet what were the reasons for the choice? They may have been forgotten. Did one know what one was choosing? Certainly not.

Sometimes one feels suddenly doomed by fate.

She thought sadly, gaiety and laughter are not in my destiny.

Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.

I've not often been happy or thought it was in my stars.

There are things which are appalling to young people because young people think life should be happy and free. But life is never really happy and free in any beautiful sense. Happiness is a weak and paltry thing and perhapsfreedom has no meaning. There are great patterns in which we are involved, and destinies which belong to us and which we love even in the moment when they destroy us.

Oh, all right, perhaps it wasn't all your fault, I was just doomed from the start.

You just seem to have folded up the future. It is folded up.

I don't like you, I love you. You're a portent for me, a sign. I've always lived by signs.

He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.

I just don't know what's going to happen. All I know is that whatever it is it's got to happen. Next week.

He had to go there because of Patrick; and because it was fated. Yes, that gave him courage, to feel that he had not sought it, it had come upon him, and however fruitless or disastrous that journey might be, he had to undertake it, because it was his fate.

Do you really believe that? That it's wicked to love destiny? Yes. What happens is usually what oughtn't to happen. Why love it?

In a way it does not matter where I am. In another way where I am is fated.

If the fates were arranging things, it was better to leave it entirely to them.

If at that moment Clement had caught sight of the dog and had managed to capture him, the fates of a number of people in this story would have been entirely different. Such is the vast play of chance in human lives.

There are secret saints with strange destinies.

I like the idea of a black sun; like a black hole in space, sucking everything into darkness, where we came from and where we're heading