Quotes About Destiny

Denna styrka hos den statliga nationalismen och denna vettlösa nationalism hos de människor som berövats frihet och människovärde blev till den nya ordningens förnämsta drivkraft, dess kärnstridsspets, och blev bestämmande för 1900-talets hela ödeslopp.

La luce della sera svela la natura profonda delle cose, trasforma l'impressione visiva in un quadro, la rende storia, sentimento, destino. Con il sole al tramonto, le macchie di fango e di fuliggine hanno mille voci, il cuore sussulta e tu hai di fronte felicità ormai perdute, lutti che non possono essere colmati, errori amari e la malìa eterna della speranza.

Yo soy tu, querida madre, y mientras yo viva, tu también lo harás. Cuando muera, tu seguiras viviendo en este libro que te he dedicado y cuyo destino esta estrechamente atado a tu destino

In jedem menschlichen Wesen auf dieser weiten, komplizierten Welt ruht eine erstaunliche Anlage zur Größe. Doch nur selten haben diese verborgenen Gaben die Gelegenheit, sich zu entfalten. Manchmal ist es allein der Zufall des Schicksals.

It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its destiny. Like old age, it's not yet over, but there's no denying the time of day.

There were truths that grew between people which they could not know themselves until some sharp moment of destiny brought them to light.

the point is never what we may expect from life but rather what life expects from us

La locomotora sonó con un aire misterioso, como un lamento de compasión por el cargamento destinado a la desgracia.

When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.

Love is the only future God offers.

Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.

No force on earth can stop an idea whose time has come

Whether true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence on their lives, and particularly on their destinies, as what they do.

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. Why was I not made of stone like thee?

Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien étrange, Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange. La choise simplement d'elle-même arriva. Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va. He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried, He lived, and when he lost his angel, died. It happened calmly, on its own. The way night comes when day is done.

Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny.

Il dort. Quoique le sort fût pour lui bien étrange, Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange. La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva, Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le four s'en va.

Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can the soul be reshaped in its entirety by destiny and made evil because destiny is evil? Can the heart become misshapen and afflicted with ugly, incurable deformities under disproportionate misfortune, like a spinal column bent beneath a too low roof?

Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

What love commences can be finished by God alone.