Quotes About Destiny

And so fell the sword of fate.

It's turning. If fate is a millstone… …we are the ones that make it turn. We believe that the crushing wheel… …is guided by an infallible power.

It is not 'Shinigami'. It is Kuchiki Rukia. I see.. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. Let's pray this isn't the last greeting for both of us.

He whom the Gods love dies young.

That room - once you enter it, you never really leave. You can forget you're there, you can go on as if you hold the reins, that the course of your life, yeah even its length, will reflect the force of your character and the wisdom of your judgments. And then you hit an icy path on a turn one sunny March day and the wheel in your hands becomes a joke and you no more than a spectator to your own dreamy slide toward the verge, and then you remember where you are.

What we think we lack determines what we will become in life.

Of all human lamentations, without doubt, the most common is if only I had known. But we can't know, and so days of death and fire so often begin no differently than those of love and warmth.

Morituri Non Cognant (Those Who are About to Die, Just Don't know)

Life's a bitch, and then you die.

question that remained now was whether he would be alive to perform the day's final salaat. That was in Allah's

The past happened because a hundred little random things had to fall exactly into place in exactly the right way, in exactly the proper sequence, and while it was easy to accept the good results, one could only rage at the bad ones.

And then I realized it was what the Arabs call inshallah: "It is not mine to do; it's mine to do the best I can; it's going to happen according to God's

God's will.

No man controlled his fate, a knowledge that came late in life. You just tried to muddle along from one point to another, making as few mistakes as possible.

Winners are the favourites of heaven.

Luck isn't a wheelbarrow, Maurice; it works better if you don't push it. Stay

For some reason or other, Loge had a horrible feeling that by We, Wotan meant him.

A hero, Max said. A weirdness-haunted victim of circumstance who spends his days looking for things. Max grinned. That's what I just said.

The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable. But to achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.

Plato did claim that the unexamined life was not worth living. Oedipus Rex was not so sure.

Purpose! Purposes are for animals with a hell of a lot more dignity than the human race! Just hop on that strange torpedo and ride it to wherever it's going

Like the Arthurian years at Camelot, the Sixties constituted a breakthrough, a fleeting moment of glory, a time when a significant little chunk of humanity briefly realised its moral potential and flirted with its neurological destiny, a collective spiritual awakening that flared brilliantly until the barbaric and mediocre impulses of the species drew tight once more the curtains of darkness.

The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable.

We, each of us, have a ticket to ride, and if the trip be interesting (if it's dull, we have only ourselves to blame), then we relish the landscape (how quickly it whizzes by!), interact with our fellow travelers, pay frequent visits to the washrooms and concession stands, and hardly ever hold up the ticket to the light where we can read its plainly stated destination: The Abyss.