Quotes About Destiny

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine. It really did.

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.

The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn"t take a peek at what you"d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.

That human, he's a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion--nothing less, nothing more

I know what it's like to not have hope," Qhuinn said roughly. "But destiny can surprise you.

United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Tohr: Doesn't have to be easy to be right. John: In that case, we're meant for each other.

You are the one. For her, you are the one.

Life was what you determined it to be; regardless of where fate put you, logic and free will meant you could make your cabbage patch anything the fuck you wanted.

Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do...and find ourselves where we are.

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 weird it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny.

For her, he was . . . the one.

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 weird it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

collisions were collisions and couldn't be planned...

Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.

Destiny was like the passage of time, however, immutable and unforgiving and uninterested in the personal opinion of those who breathed.

Algumas coisas estão destinadas a ser - Apenas nos leva um par de tentativas chegar lá.

He came into her life wearing a Syracuse ball cap and blue jeans that had holes in them.

She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge's number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send. Destiny had a 518 area code. Who knew.

Trez looked at his hands. "I didn't ask for this." "No one asks for life." The executioner hiked iAm's body up higher. "And sometimes they do not ask for death.

Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.