Quotes About Destiny

Each man lives for himself, using his freedom to attain his personal aims, and feels with his whole being that he can now do or abstain from doing this or that action; but as soon as he has done it, that action performed at a certain moment in time becomes irrevocable and belongs to history, in which it has not a free but a predestined significance.

Quos vult perdere dementat [Those whom (God) wishes to destroy he drives mad].

Whom the gods wish to destroy, they first drive mad.

To that question, What for? a simple answer was now always ready in his soul: 'Because there is a God, that God without whose will not a single hair falls from the head of man.

What will come from what I do and from what I will do tomorrow—what will come from my whole life? Expressed differently, the question would be this: Why should I live, why should I wish for anything, why should I do anything? One can put the question differently again: Is there any meaning in my life that wouldn't be destroyed by the death that inevitably awaits me?

Man lives consciously for himself, but is an unconscious instrument in the attainment of the historic, universal, aims of humanity.

El destino nos hace malas o buenas pasadas. Nuestra felicidad, amigo mío, es como el agua en las redes del pescador. Se las echa al mar y se hinchan; se las saca y se deshinchan. Así es la vida.

That's how it is, dear fellow. Fate looks for a head. But we are always judging, 'that's not well—that's not right!' Our luck is like water in a dragnet: you pull at it and it bulges, but when you've drawn it out it's empty! That's how it is.

Quos vult perdere dementat.

When we give up all claim to a knowledge of the final end, we shall clearly perceive that just as we cannot invent any flower or seed more truly appropriate to a plant than those it produces, so we cannot imagine any two persons, with all their past in such complete congruity down to the smallest details, with the part they were destined to play.

As Euripides once said, 'Those whom God wishes to destroy he first drives mad.

The hearts of kings are in the hands of God.

Que el destino nos escuentre siempre fuertes y dignos! Debemos amar la felicidad como amamos el canto fugitivo del viento, como amamos los colores del atardecer que se va a extinguir. Porque los vientos renacen y cantan de nuevo...

Qué el destino nos encuentre siempre fuertes y dignos! Debemos amar la felicidad como amamos el canto fugitivo del viento, como amamos los colores del atardecer que se va a extinguir. Porque los vientos renacen y cantan de nuevo...

Revolution is impossible until it's inevitable.

It all begins and ends in the same place, doesn't it? Conor and me in Ballyutogue. We all come home eventually.

It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?

Everything that occurs in your life is part of God's plan to wake you up.

But when does something's destiny finally come to fruition? Is the plant complete when it flowers? When it goes to seed? When the seeds sprout? When everything turns into compost?

probability is the very guide of life

Io credo nel mistero delle parole, e che le parole possano diventare vita, destino; così come diventano bellezza.

Non c'è fuga, da Dio; non è possibile. L'esodo da Dio è una marcia verso Dio.