Quotes About Destiny

Two souls don't find each other by simple accident.

Fate deals you a hand, and you play the hand you are dealt. You do not whine, you do not complain. That, he used to believe, was his philosophy. Why then can he not resist these plunges into darkness?

Charakter ist Schicksal. Historie ist Gott.

Es que no quiero ser este niño, Simón! Quiero ser yo en la próxima vida, pero no quiero ser este niño. ¿Será posible? –Según las reglas, no puedes elegir. Tienes que ser el que eres y nadie más. Pero tú nunca te atuviste a las reglas ¿no es cierto?

Voy a terminar en un hoyo en el suelo —dice él—. Y tú también. Como todos.

ya que la anatomía es el destino: un vacío, o una concha, una película sobre un vacío que ansía verse colmado en un mundo en el que nada se colma.

Be a main character, otherwise what is life for?

God maintains a delicate balance between keeping his existence sufficiently evident so people will know he's there and yet hiding his presence enough so that people who want to choose to ignore him can do it. This way, their choice of destiny is really free.

Sometimes your hole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. -Lover Awakened

I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning too. The rest... it's up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love... we don't have a lot of control over any of it.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

Phury glanced at John and thought that sometimes it took only a hairbreadth between cars to avoid a mortal accident. Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.

On the chessboard of his godforsaken existence, the pieces were lined up, the play preordained. Man, so many times in life you didn't get to pick your path because the way you went was decided for you. Free will was such bullshit. -Vishous's thoughts

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.

Wait, wait, wait." V waved his hand-rolled around. "I'm the son of a deity and she picked you?

he knew on some level he changed the course of his life. And you could do that, couldn't you, he thought as he put the RAZR back in his pocket. you could choose some paths and not others. Not always, of course. At times destiny just drove you to a destination and dropped your ass off and that was that. But on occasion you were able to pick the address. And if you had half a brain, no matter how hard it was or how wierd it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

Those eerie diamond eyes shifted over to her and she stilled, as if he's willed her to do so. There was a moment of silence. And then in a rough voice the man whose life she saved spoke four words that changed everything...changed her life, changed her destiny: She. Comes. With. Me.

The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.

As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

Destiny had a 518 area code..who knew. - Ehlena

Come to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V