Quotes About Destiny

obedience in the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days.

His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. What means this? Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. Mark me now. In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation. Omnis cam ad te veniet

He was destined to learn his own wisdom apart from others or to learn the wisdom of others himself wandering among the snares of the world.

I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of the match, that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives

Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to go as he came.

Ecco che ponderava su cose che non sono state: cos'avrebbe fatto Cesare se fosse sopravvissuto per aver creduto alla veggente; cosa sarebbe potuto essere, le possibilità del possibile in quanto possibile...

The hour when he too would take part in the life of that world seemed drawing near and in secret he began to make ready for the great part which he felt awaited him the nature of which he only dimly apprehended.

Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust [369] that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to go as he came.

Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they say.

In the end he [God] will allow us to become what we have chosen.

Just as man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people."28

Coincidence is your Higher Power acting with anonymity.

Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.

Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept the life you had planned was a dream written on water

Not everybody gets to see a blinding light on the way to Damascus.

A tanker truck appeared far down the wavy surface of the highway, headlights on, its weight and shimmering cylindrical shape and dedicated purpose so great and unrelenting that it seemed to move and jitter against the sun's afterglow without sound or mechanically driven power, sustained by its own momentum, as though the truck had a destiny that had been planned long ago.

We're wayfaring strangers. We're born alone, we die alone.

Individuals don't change history. History finds the individual. John Steinbeck said that.

I also figuredd out that what we call our destiny is usually determined by two or three casual decision which on the surface seem about as important as spitting your gum through a sewer grate.

As William Shakespeare said in Henry IV, "we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next.

Then an event happened that caused him to wonder at the great folly that seemed to govern his life, namely, his attempts to plan and control his future. Most of the events that changed his life had taken place without his consent and at the time had seemed of little consequence. Our destiny didn't lie in the stars, he told himself, or even in our mettle. It lay in our ability to recognize a gift when it was placed in your hands.

Qui-Gon believes that the boy—Anakin is his name—stands at the center of a vergence in the Force, and believes further that his finding him was the will of the Force.

Qui-Gon was the key to everything.

His father placed his elbows on the table and leaned toward him. "We need to know if you are simply ordinary or larger than life." To the best of his ability, he mulled over the notion of being larger than life. "Did you have to go there when you were young?" His father nodded. "Were you afraid?" His father sat back into his tall, brocaded armchair, as if in recall. "In the beginning I was. Until I learned to overcome fear.