Quotes About Destiny

I wish I was still an atheist. Believing I was born into a harsh, uncaring cosmos – in which my existence was a random roll of the dice and I was destined to die and rot and then be gone forever – was infinitely more comforting than the truth. Because the truth is that my God is coming back. When he arrives I'll be waiting for him with a shotgun. And I'm keeping the last shell for myself.

The notion developed that the breach of reason with nature was a necessary one; that man had to make it in order to develop his powers of reason and abstraction. Schiller makes this point in his Letters on the Aestethic education of Man, as does Hölderin in his Hyperion Fragment. The belief was that the human destiny was to return to nature at a higher level, having made a synthesis of reason and desire.

At some point in your life, this statement will be true: tomorrow you will lose everything forever.

theorems, miscellaneous At some point in your life, this statement will be true: Tomorrow you will lose everything forever.

Ever since you were a boy, you've dreamt of being Kung Fu Guy. You're not Kung Fu Guy. But maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be the day.

Esta rapariga era uma criadita que costumava servir-nos na pensão barata onde eu vivia. Lembrava-me que saiu em desgraça, tragicamente, mas consegui detectar uma certa glória selvagem nela. Estava a continuar com a sua vida contra tido e todos. A sua luta é a batalha suprema do nosso tempo. Que ela e todos os outros como ela possam encontrar um destino gentil.

See, death is always pointless. And death is the only point. We all end up there sooner or later.

Three scarred faces. It's significant. You and Brooke and your friend Malik. It was always going to be.

Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.

BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—'your future,' he whispers, 'your destiny'.

Maybe you've put your faith in spiritual claptrap because our random, narrative-free universe terrifies you. But that's no solution. If you want comforting, suck your thumb. Buy a pillow. Don't make up a load of floaty blah about energy or destiny. This is the real world, stupid. We should be solving problems, not sticking our fingers in our ears and singing about fairies.

Life didn't chose you, you chose life

He knows the day, the hour, the minute that something in particular needs to happen in our lives. He may not be early, but He's never late.

Seriously, God! Did You have to choose me as the poster child for the single-and-waiting-on-God girl?

God, why don't you just hang a sign on my head that reads 'never the choice'?

There are some people, I realize, who may not be called to marriage. I can't say with certainty that every person who wants to be married will be. Only God knows what He intends for each of us.

Cultivate an understanding that life is long, that people both change and remain the same, that every last one of us will need to fuck up and be forgiven, that we're all just walking and walking and walking and trying to find our way, that all roads lead eventually to the mountaintop.

We do not have the right to feel helpless. We must help ourselves. After destiny has delivered what it delivers, we are responsible for our lives.

The universe, I'd learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.

And in the meanwhile, cultivate an understanding of a bunch of the other things that the best, sanest people of the planet know: that life is long, that people both change and remain the same, that every last one of us will need to fuck up and be forgiven, that we're all just walking and walking and walking and trying to find our way, that all roads lead eventually to the mountaintop.

But no one laughed. No one would. The universe, I'd learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.

I'll never know and neither will you about the life you didn't choose. We'll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn't carry us. There's nothing to do but salute it from the shore.

Do you believe in reincarnation?" I asked as we looked together at the intricate drawings, reading bits about them in the paragraph of text on each page. "I don't," he said. "I believe we're here once and what we do matters.

The universe, I'd learned, was never, ever kidding.