Quotes About Destiny

Neal Shusterman

We are angels of death, said Scythe Goddard. It is only fitting that we swoop in from the heavens.

There are choices we make, choices that are made for us, and things we ignore long enough until all choices have fallen away.

I remember thinking, if a baby was going to be so unloved, why would God want it brought into the world?

That's what you are now. TROUBLE in caps-lock. Then she puts her cane down, and softens a bit. "That's not your fault, though. You didn't ask to be born, and you didn't ask to be unwound, either.

Then they pull onto Route 66, heading east into a world that's ripe for saving.

That which comes can't be avoided.

He should have just gone on with his unremarkable life — because then, maybe, just maybe, he might have had the chance to do something remarkable with it in time.

And if there is some eternal world after this one, what fate awaits a taker of lives?

I was never going to amount to much anyway, but now, statistically speaking, there's a better chance that some part of me will go on to greatness somewhere in the world. I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

Entweder geschehen die Dinge aus einem bestimmten Grund oder sie geschehen einfach so. Entweder ist das Leben eines Menschen ein Faden in einem prächtigen Teppich oder die Menschheit ist einfach nur ein hoffnungslos verheddertes Knäuel. Miracolina hat immer an den Teppich geglaubt, und jetzt schätzt sie sich glücklich, dass sie einen Blick in seine kleinste Ecke erhaschen durfte.

We are angels of death," said Scythe Goddard. "It is only fitting that we swoop in from the heavens.

In a world where disease has been eliminated, the only way to die is to be randomly killed ('gleaned') by professional reapers ('scythes'). Two teens must compete with each other to become a scythe—a position neither of them wants. The one who becomes a scythe must kill the one who doesn't

But fate is a freak when it comes to messing with your future in ways you don't see coming.

Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie, N'ont pas encore brodé de leurs plaisants dessins Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins, C'est que notre âme, hélas ! n'est pas assez hardie.

Je questionnai l'un de ces hommes, et je lui demandai où ils allaient ainsi. Il me répondit qu'il n'en savait rien, ni lui, ni les autres ; mais qu'évidemment ils allaient quelque part, puisqu'ils étaient poussés par un invincible besoin de marcher.

Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici ! trop tard ! jamais peut-être ! Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais, Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais !

nobody ever finds the one

there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.

the gods seldom give but so quickly take.

don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

There will always be something to ruin our lives. It all depends on what or which finds us first. You're always ripe and ready to be taken.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.