Quotes About Destiny

It feels like a moment I've lived a thousand times before, as if everything is familiar, right up to the moment of my death, that it will happen again an infinite number of times, that we will meet, marry, have our children, succeed in the ways we have, fail in the ways we have, all exactly the same, always unable to change a thing. I am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when I feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, I awake.

I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life [...]

I swam as fortune directed me, and

Books, like men their authors, have no more than one way of coming into the world, but there are ten thousand to go out of it and return no more.

God's hands stay on the wheel of your life from start to finish so that everything follows his intention for your life. This means your trials have more meaning—much more—than you realize.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

Si recordamos que Moisés descubrió a Dios en una zarza insignificante que ardía en medio del desierto, si tenemos en cuenta que Buda alcanzó la iluminación durmiendo debajo de una higuera, si no olvidamos que Jesucristo nació en un pesebre… podemos darnos cuenta de la poca importancia que tiene el dónde empiezas en comparación con la grandeza del hacia dónde vas.

Porque, aunque no nos demos cuenta, esta vida que estamos construyendo es la vida en la que vamos a vivir nosotros.

Seguramente hay un rumbo posiblemente y de muchas maneras personal y único. Posiblemente haya un rumbo seguramente y de muchas maneras el mismo para todos. Hay un rumbo seguro y de alguna manera posible. De manera que habrá que encontrar ese rumbo y empezar a recorrerlo.Y posiblemente habrá que arrancar solo y sorprenderse al encontrar, más adelante en el camino, a todos los que seguramente van en la misma dirección.

I...have always known that my destiny was, above all, a literary destiny — that bad things and some good things would happen to me, but that, in the long run, all of it would be converted into words. Particularly the bad things, since happiness does not need to be transformed: happiness is its own end.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.

It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.

Blind to all fault, destiny can be ruthless at one's slightest distraction.

The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps.

There is a Talmudic legend about three men who go in search of God. One became insane, the other died, and the third met himself.

Others died, but it happened in the past, The season (as all men know) most favorable for death. Is it possible that I, subject of Yaqub Almansur, Must die as roses had to die and Aristotle?

It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.

Lost in these imaginary illusions I forgot my destiny – that of the hunted.

Todos los hechos pueden ocurrirle a un hombre, desde el instante de su nacimiento hasta el de su muerte, han sido prefijados por el. Asi, toda negligencia es deliberada, todo casual encuentro una cita, toda humillacion una penitencia, todo fracaso una misteriosa victoria, toda muerte un suicidio. No hay consuelo mas habil que el pensamiento de que hemos elegido nuestras desdichas.

Distance and antiquity (the emphases of space and time) pull on our hearts. If we are already sobered by the thought that men lived two thousand five hundred years ago, how could we not be moved to know that they made verses, were spectators of the world, that they sheltered in light, lasting words something of their ponderous, fleeting life, words that fulfill a long destiny?

I leave to various future times, but not to all, my garden of forking paths.

God moves the player, and he, the piece. Which god behind God begets the plot Of dust and time and dream and agonies.

In this night too, in this night of his mortal eyes into which he was now descending, love and danger were again waiting... a murmur of glory and hexameters, of men defending a temple the gods will not save, and of black vessels searching the sea for a beloved isle; the murmor of the Odyssey s and Iliad s it was his destiny to sing and leave echoing concavely in the memory of man. These things we know, but not those he felt descending into the last shade of all.

And I believe there was a rabbi who wrote that the Holy Scriptures were specifically destined, predestined, for each of its readers. That is, it has a different meaning if any of you read it or if I read it, or if it is read by men in the future or in the past.