Quotes About Destiny

Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

My stars shine darkly over me

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind: an 't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man's too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.

Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

What must be shall be.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

o, never shall sun that morrow see

we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. . . . O, I am fortune's fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars.

I think, said antonio , that the world is astage. Everybody has a part to play , and my part is sad part .

Well, we were born to die.

O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is known.

It will have blood they say - blood will have blood.