Quotes About Destiny

You are a Witch. I am a Prince. In all the books, where there is a Witch and a Prince there is a way.

No one's good just from being born any place.

Names aren't loners, they're connected, even in real life. You name your kids for someone dead or what you hope they will become or what you wish you were and your parents did the same to you and that big, glittering net of names tells the story of the whole world. Names are load-bearing struts. Names are destiny.

I suppose because it's boring to keep telling stories where people just get born and grow up and get married and die. So they add strange things in, to make it interesting when a person is born, more satisfying when they get married, sadder when they die.

Death stands behind every bride, every groom.

One misfortune may be chance; two might be divine punishment. Three is a plan.

Whatever you do, good or bad, sorry or not, you get punished, darling. Life kicks you in the balls.

Who says you only get one? If you're lucky, you will meet The One, The Two, The Three.....and so on. Nesta

In the beginning, one soul split into two creating soul mates. And ever the two shall wander seeking each other. -Unknown

Who are we, really? Are our souls shaped, our fates written in full by God, before we draw our first breath? Do we make ourselves, by the choices we our selves make? Or are we clay merely, that is molded and pushed into the shape that our betters propose for us?

Since they have no choice. I felt myself tumbling from the high plain onto which Mr. Mompellion's sermon that morning had lofted me. What choice had we, after all?

the heart of a prophet is not his own to bestow.

All women's lives are like that, I told myself, as I climbed the stair that led to the better-appointed rooms of the king's house. Which of them ever is mistress of her own destiny? Highborn or peasant, it makes no difference. At least David hadn't had her flogged or killed, as another king might have done. But now that I had heard the tale of her life in her own words, my heart ached for her.

What an odd course fate charts for us, does it not? Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you to an unintended harbor. But here, perhaps, the vessel lies that will carry you onward to the place where you were always meant to go.

I understood that I was being shown the future: shards of what would come to be. Often, I cried out for the pain of it. But other times, I was comforted, because I saw, for an instant, the pattern of the whole.

It is the blight man was born for,It is Margaret you mourn for.

In things that are "below him," man has freedom in Luther's view to act as he sees fit. In things "above," however, the matter is different; there we encounter the problem of God's predestination.

If women could regard childbearing not as a duty or an inescapable destiny but as a privilege to be worked for, the ay a man might work for the right to have a family, children might grow up without the burden of gratitude for the gift of life which they never asked for.

If women could regard childbearing not as a duty or an inescapable destiny but as a privilege to be worked for, the way a man might work for the right to have a family, children might grow up without the burden of gratitude for the gift of life which they never asked for.

Too much luck is bad luck

The union of those who are destined to help each other on the way to God is deep and mysterious like nothing else on earth.

Me pareció entonces que las palabras que oía, cuanto más resonaban de inextricables cadencias indígenas, más removían en las profundidades un antiguo y familiar presagio: era necesario morir, en la historia de cada cual había una traición,

Non si conosce mai chi si vuole, ma chi si deve o chi capita, secondo che una mano sleale ci rimescoli, accozzi e sparigli, disponendo o cassando a suo grado gli appuntamenti sui canovacci dei suoi millenni.

Certo oscilla fra contrattempi e incastri senza numero il gioc'a tombola della nostra vita. Non si conosce mai chi si vuole, ma chi si deve o chi capita, secondo che una mano sleale ci rimescoli, accozzi e sparigli, disponendo o cassando a suo grado gli appuntamenti sui canovacci dei suoi millenni.